This photographic journal is by Maria Pavlik, co-creator of With My Umbrella, I Can: The Magical Journey of Penelope Puddle, in B.C., CANADA. (Header shot is by NASA.) “Look and think before opening the shutter. The heart and mind are the true lens of the camera.” - Yousuf Karsh
If Wishes Had Wings
When I was little my mom used to make shadows on the wall at bedtime. One of my favorites was the flapping flying wings she created with her hands. Parents amuse their children and more importantly protect them from immediate harm. They/we also want to protect them from future dangers precipitated by the past recklessness of mankind.
Consoling as they might be ... we know that our wishes, thoughts and prayers are just shadowy starts. If wishes alone had wings we would elect the best leaders to withstand the naysayers that for years blocked actions to improve environmental conditions.
In some places there is flooding, in others raindrops rarely fall and drinkable water is scarce. There was a time when I assumed nature's gifts were limitless and accessible to all. Now I'm a little more careful about how long I let the water run from my tap.
A few rainless days and plants quickly become parched. I kick up more dust along the paths that I walk. Maybe someday they'll figure out how to make rain clouds wherever whenever needed. Meanwhile, when the sky doesn't supply ... there's watering to do, fires to burn out and heat warnings to suffer through.
This brings me to a few thirsty thoughts I once had (below) about a garden.
The sunflower's center reminded me of an eye's iris. You can read about how plants actually do "see" the light they reach for, albeit very primitively HERE. Plants surely must also love the feel of raindrops after a dry spell, as I do.
"On the Web we all become small-town visitors lost in the big city." - Alison Gopnik President Joe Biden's inauguration was bursting with inspirational speeches and events. Heaven knows many who now breathe a sigh of relief also needed a good laugh. That's when Bernie stepped in with his cool attitude and awesome mittens. I couldn't resist joining so many others who included him in various ways in different spaces. I think he looks super cute and cozy on a sofa designed for the cover art of my Couch & Company story. Hope you enjoy it and explore more of the artistic side of life at Paint Party Friday . Still the kid I used to be Visit Postcards From Penelope Puddle and Penelope Puddlisms: BC Life Is A Whale Of A Ride to view more West Coast scenes. Because the state of our planet is the most pressing issue of our time, link up and learn about the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) Report .
There it was ... a bright dollop of sunshine in a tangle of forest greens, browns and silvery grays. The yellow door snuggled against a tree said Fairy Hall and, in tiny faint lettering beneath, No Trolls . Oh, how I'd love to know what goes on inside Fairy Hall. I wanted to tap on the door but, a giant by comparison, I didn't want to cause a scare. I often take the Sandy Trail with its gravelly path, woodsy stumps, well-trod stairs, rabbits, birds and squirrels. I know every twist and rustling sound. But I hadn't noticed the small door before. This unexpected bit of whimsy magic tucked into the forest floor made me curious about what else was in the mysterious thicket I'd yet to explore. When I continued on my way, the trees leaned in ... as if they had something to say. Later, I found another fairy door (below), welcoming but only to a select few. See OUR WORLD to explore more sights from around the globe and SIGNS, SIGNS . Still the kid I used to be
Rain puddles vanished and a blast of scorching heat settled over B.C. recently, including in my region which reached 105 ° F at one point. Records were broken. (About 145 miles northeast in Lytton it was over 120 degrees; the entire village caught fire.) The air outside felt like a thick wall of hot steel. All fans were on duty indoors. The weather foretold of the wasteland that will arrive sooner rather than later if carbon emissions are not majorly reduced. Dozens of mostly elderly didn't survive the wake up call. At this writing, the heat is far less intense, thankfully. A sweet sense of normalcy has returned and the slight morning chill sits on my shoulders like a delicate shawl. In my neighbourhood, the birds are singing again and searching for treats. A different kind of wave also hit us all. I was relieved to get my second shot "to knockout Covid" on Canada Day . It was a perfect way to celebrate July 1st. Explore more at OUR WORLD . Still the kid I used