I love all the pics, and I impressed myself by working out to put a pic straight in a post
(OK, I have CJ to thank for that with the 'how to' 
Thanks CJ!)Love,
Curly(SO)
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CJ
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Hi all,
Wow! This is so cool! Thanks to all for posting.
Kathy, I imagine you and I experience pretty much the same kind of weather given our geographical proximity. As you move further north, the green mountains of Vermont slowly give way to the rolling hills of Southern Quebec and then to the farmland flanking the St-Laurence seaway all the way to Montreal and Quebec City, further north.
Curly, I had no clue you folks had snow up there. For some reason, I always pictured England as a rainy country. Tells you how much I know. You're very welcome, by the way, for the little "how-to." I figured it'd come in handy for a few people.
Merinda, I dream of going to Australia one day. Melbourne looks like a beautiful city. There may not be any 'roos hopping along the sidewalks but I could sure go for a pint right about now.
Terri, I'm green with envy. You already know I'm an ocean person. I've seen the Atlantic (from both the North American and European sides) but the Pacific is where my heart lies. I long to return to the West Coast; I feel like an exile in this valley, however beautiful it may be here (on the photo gallery, I posted a pic of my haven, my retreat from Montreal, my father's house; I try to make it over there as often as I can for a few days--he's about an 80 minute drive from downtown Montreal).
Darlene, when I first hitchhiked out to B.C. in 1984, the trucker that picked us up warned us that we were heading to a place we'd never want to leave. "God's Country," he called it. He was right. My body is back here, in Montreal, but a huge chunk of my soul stayed behind in those mountains and in those forests. Life just isn't the same without being able to hear the wind soughing through Douglas firs or feeling the mighty Pacific vigorously lapping at my bare feet.
Sharon, you may be snowless down there (lucky you!) but I doubt you're heatless in the summer! Still, I'd love to see the American South and Southwest. My father and his wife have been several times and they say the land is bewitching (he especially loves the mountains around the "four corners," where the state borders of Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona all meet). Who knows? Maybe one day I'll wind up down there.
Kerri, after a long day, I can see myself soothing my tired feet in the Linn of Dee. Very pretty. And the industrial side of Aberdeen doesn't scare me either; it appeals to my love of stark urban vistas.
Elizabeth, you're a suburban soul? Who'd a thunk it?
Eloïse, no worries: the only thing I stalk are opportunities for both knowledge and self-knowledge.
Amélie, I figure I will go down through Baltimore one day, on my way to visit your nation's capital. As it is, the closest I've been is Wildwood, NJ (or Pittsburgh, PA, but that doesn't really count--I was just passing through).
There are places in the U.S. (and, of course, the rest of the world) that are still a total mystery to me. I have no picture in my mind of the American Midwest or of the deep South. One day, I'll need to travel in those parts and educate myself a little (just like I need to see the northern parts of my own country). I want to go to anchorage; I want to go New Orleans; I want to go to Albuquerque; I want to go to Kalamazoo; I want to go to Kansas City. Some day.
Alexandra, I live in the same "country" you do; were I immortal, I'd still not have time enough to see it all. You're right, you know: the life of a human being admits of no artificial borders, no dotted lines drawn on a piece of paper.
Again, thanks to all for responding. I can't help but feel that seeing what that place is that you call "home" adds a dimension to my idea of who you are, on two distinct fronts: our environment shapes us and/or we often choose to live in a place that resembles us somehow.
Love,
CJ
Wow! This is so cool! Thanks to all for posting.
Kathy, I imagine you and I experience pretty much the same kind of weather given our geographical proximity. As you move further north, the green mountains of Vermont slowly give way to the rolling hills of Southern Quebec and then to the farmland flanking the St-Laurence seaway all the way to Montreal and Quebec City, further north.
Curly, I had no clue you folks had snow up there. For some reason, I always pictured England as a rainy country. Tells you how much I know. You're very welcome, by the way, for the little "how-to." I figured it'd come in handy for a few people.
Merinda, I dream of going to Australia one day. Melbourne looks like a beautiful city. There may not be any 'roos hopping along the sidewalks but I could sure go for a pint right about now.
Terri, I'm green with envy. You already know I'm an ocean person. I've seen the Atlantic (from both the North American and European sides) but the Pacific is where my heart lies. I long to return to the West Coast; I feel like an exile in this valley, however beautiful it may be here (on the photo gallery, I posted a pic of my haven, my retreat from Montreal, my father's house; I try to make it over there as often as I can for a few days--he's about an 80 minute drive from downtown Montreal).
Darlene, when I first hitchhiked out to B.C. in 1984, the trucker that picked us up warned us that we were heading to a place we'd never want to leave. "God's Country," he called it. He was right. My body is back here, in Montreal, but a huge chunk of my soul stayed behind in those mountains and in those forests. Life just isn't the same without being able to hear the wind soughing through Douglas firs or feeling the mighty Pacific vigorously lapping at my bare feet.
Sharon, you may be snowless down there (lucky you!) but I doubt you're heatless in the summer! Still, I'd love to see the American South and Southwest. My father and his wife have been several times and they say the land is bewitching (he especially loves the mountains around the "four corners," where the state borders of Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona all meet). Who knows? Maybe one day I'll wind up down there.
Kerri, after a long day, I can see myself soothing my tired feet in the Linn of Dee. Very pretty. And the industrial side of Aberdeen doesn't scare me either; it appeals to my love of stark urban vistas.
Elizabeth, you're a suburban soul? Who'd a thunk it?
Eloïse, no worries: the only thing I stalk are opportunities for both knowledge and self-knowledge.
Amélie, I figure I will go down through Baltimore one day, on my way to visit your nation's capital. As it is, the closest I've been is Wildwood, NJ (or Pittsburgh, PA, but that doesn't really count--I was just passing through).
There are places in the U.S. (and, of course, the rest of the world) that are still a total mystery to me. I have no picture in my mind of the American Midwest or of the deep South. One day, I'll need to travel in those parts and educate myself a little (just like I need to see the northern parts of my own country). I want to go to anchorage; I want to go New Orleans; I want to go to Albuquerque; I want to go to Kalamazoo; I want to go to Kansas City. Some day.
Alexandra, I live in the same "country" you do; were I immortal, I'd still not have time enough to see it all. You're right, you know: the life of a human being admits of no artificial borders, no dotted lines drawn on a piece of paper.
Again, thanks to all for responding. I can't help but feel that seeing what that place is that you call "home" adds a dimension to my idea of who you are, on two distinct fronts: our environment shapes us and/or we often choose to live in a place that resembles us somehow.
Love,
CJ
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Sally
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show me where you live.
My little piece of heaven can be viewed at http://www.reelaffair.com.au/merimbula.htm
If you look hard you can see me sitting in the golf club. LOL.
Kind Regards.
Sally.
If you look hard you can see me sitting in the golf club. LOL.
Kind Regards.
Sally.
Watch nature, because it’s our greatest teacher, it moves and flows and moves on again. We can never be free until we disengage, so allow life to flow as you find it. The way it is, is the way it is.
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