Friends/Sisters

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We went and said hi at a special place at the temple.  As the sky opened up and we were drenched in a deluge, we both swore that we could imagine laughter from that well loved man.

Thanks Sunshine for a good, good visit.

And a tourist shot, from Spence’s Bridge after an excellent meal at the Packing House.

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Lots of photos taken, a bit of scrambling in the mud, a bit of walking. The ingredients were all there.

 

 

Ever so slightly out of focus…

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But you know what? So am I a good deal of the time! (Ever so slightly out of focus, that is.)

Its when one is taking pictures of wildlife that the skill of the professional photographer is obvious. Despite a recent class, (which was pretty good actually) I still managed to set things up so that the camera  wanted to take a great picture of the nest, rather than the inhabitants of said nest. Still, not too bad for a stop by the side of the road, an awkward fumble for the camera, and then a few minutes of wonder, listening to these two chortle and squeak at each other. They were quite vocal, and it was just as much fun watching and listening than anything else.

From Highway 8, between Merritt and Lytton. A trip to get cat litter. (Amongst other things. When you have to drive to the amenities you take a list. )

 

 

A Good Day

New friends took me out for the day.  We searched for, and found, wild asparagus. We walked where I didn’t know we could go, and it was good. We had, get this, a small fire and had a (veggie) weiner roast! (This I haven’t done for a while. Years.)  And – we walked, and we walked. We saw the remains of a more prosperous time, 50, 60 years ago, more? This is part of the reason I came here.

The asparagus was an excellent dinner, with a bit of lemon and seasoned salt…

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At the site of the old orchard and homestead.  The mountain behind is called Arthur’s Seat.

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Another view of Arthur’s Seat.

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The Thompson River is swollen and full of debris after a recent heavy storm. Those are snow sheds for the trains on the other side. This is rugged country.

 

This Place

 

by Jennifer Firestone

This place previously in a vision      Wet pen drawn at the line
A place religiously tied     religiously religiously
A person, place or thing
Bring thy pebble or thy flowers or thy inscription
Bring bring bringeth your love
Dear ones bringeth your love
Ashes to trees
The trees!

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The Chinese cemetery in Ashcroft has been beautifully restored. There has been great care taken with cleaning up the grave sites and a talented local artist is responsible for the dragon and the tiger you see on the altar. The central plaque details the formal apology the provincial government offered in 2014, an apology for centuries of racist practises, both institutional and on the part of the citizenry.  The cemetery sits right next to the train tracks, up on the hill out of the village.

One offers incense without lighting it, given the extreme fire risk in this windswept region. It struck me that this is a place that would benefit from offerings of merit.  I recommend a stop and a walk around if one is in the area.

 

The poem was one of the daily ones I get by email, seemed to fit.

And back to our previous programming…

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This was a shot from the car as I drove to Lillooet this morning. I was in search of some native plants to put in the yard, and Splitrock Environmental was the destination. I was delighted to pick up a wild rose, a saskatoon bush, and a mock orange as shrubs, and some arrow leaf balsam root flowers which will hopefully still bloom for me. I added a nodding onion as well, as the very helpful woman at the nursery had me smell and taste it – like chives but grows wild here.  This city girl got it finally, as I puttered in the yard this afternoon. As I dug I could hear hummingbirds flitting around, and at one point the sharp chatter of an eagle. A neighbour came by and we chatted, and someone I know drove by and hollered from his truck. This ain’t the big city anymore.

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This was taken on a walk yesterday on the west side of the river. Not sure of the age of this cabin, but there are ruins from a Chinese railway settlement just near here that date from around the 1880’s.

There are some fierce moments that happen here. My heart’s companion is with me somehow. Big as the wide sky.

(I drove very carefully to Lillooet, watching for deer. There were several and several mountain sheep too. Some muttering under the breath may have occurred. )

Knitting? Oh, I will get to that someday.

 

 

 

Rural traffic congestion. Or, I love my car.

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This is an admittedly odd photo. I have referenced the invincible car in previous posts, and for good reason. What you see there are hairs from a deer. A deer that made very close eye contact with me as we, shall we say, connected on the highway. I imagine the look I was giving him or her through my window was identical to the wide eyed “Oh crap” look the deer was giving me.

Now, before anyone gives me a hard time about being a city girl driving in the country, this was one of those situations that is hard to predict. As I whizzed along the highway, singing along with Queen, Bohemian Rhapsody if I am not mistaken, four deer, running at full tilt blew over a steep embankment, freaked out and ran in several directions. Despite good brakes one collided with a good thud on the side of the car.

I am not being paid by Subaru, but I gotta tell you. I love this car. A munched mirror, a couple of dents, and the deer got up, shook him/herself and ran away, unhurt as far as I could tell.

And yes, oh yes, I am so very glad I meditate! I am so very, very grateful that what could have been a very serious incident was not. I offer gratitude for things that are well made, for the sheer good luck that sometimes happens, and for the kindness of the insurance guy, who was called from the side of the road.

I’m fine, and isn’t it interesting that now that the dust has settled somewhat, the tendency to focus on the hassle, rather than the gratitude wants to arise. Things to sit with.

More pictures of mountains to follow I expect. Oh and perhaps a knitted project too, just to live up to the name of the blog. We’ll see.