Monthly Archives: July 2017
It was hot and humid yesterday and I was missing Winter. I thought you might feel the same way, and that some cool pictures might be in order.
Definitely Not Disney
I’m not a big fan of theme parks. Never have been. I’ve never traveled to the various Disney or Universal Studios offerings in Florida. I’m told they are a great experience, but they aren’t the experience I am looking for. Too ersatz. I have slightly more interest in the historical parks such as Ontario’s Upper […]
Somehow it doesn’t seem right to be a tourist in a place of unspeakable evil. But remembrance is important, so I visited the Dachau concentration camp, the place where the Nazis refined their “final solution” for the Jewish people. These days it is in a Munich suburb. I would think it was more isolated 75 […]
One Of Those Days
I don’t feel this way about Thursday normally, but I am willing to make an exception this week. We’ll return to our regularly scheduled posts tomorrow (I hope).
Le Grand Charlie
There were a few mentions in the newspaper this past week about it being the 50th anniversary of Charles de Gaulle’s infamous proclamation of “Vive le Quebec libre!” (That’s long live a free Quebec for those of you who don’t speak French.) I didn’t read the articles – I remember 1967 and the furor over […]
Even in the concrete jungle that is Toronto, Canada’s largest city, you can find scenery that would almost make you think you were in the wilderness. If you are looking for beauty you can find it – you just need to know where to look.
Tyndale Chapel – II
A photo essay today, because, as they say, a picture is worth a thousand words. Maybe more, in which case you are getting a bonus today. These pictures are a continuation of yesterday’s post.
Tyndale Chapel – I
I visited Tyndale Seminary a few times around the turn of the century (seems weird to say that – it always used to mean the turn of the 20th not 21st century), and remember the building as being functional and somewhat pleasing to the eye, but not spectacular. Then they moved. Somehow I wasn’t paying […]
One “R” Less
Poor Mrs. Hopkins. She tried her best, but she failed. It wasn’t her fault. Mrs. Hopkins was my First Grade teacher, and I hadn’t thought of her in decades, didn’t even remember her name, until the other day when I was cleaning the basement and came across my Grade 1 report card. I like to […]
Women Who Move Mountains
In the glove compartment of my car is the manual that came with the vehicle. When we first purchased it I consulted it frequently, as I learned what all the switches were. Now it is more of an occasional thing. I wonder if at times we treat prayer that way. Everyone knows what prayer is, […]