Willow, who will be my sanctuary while you dream your dreams of winter sleep? ©SharonB (iammacgirl) on Flickr.
All the recent snow has me digging through my archives for more snow! This was one of the very first pics I took when I got my first Nikon dslr way back in the olden days (that would be 2009). I am so lucky to live right across the street from the beautiful St-Lawrence River and no matter the season, nothing I love more than to walk along the banks of the river (or up along the boardwalk (as it is so affectionately called)). This particular willow tree also happens to be a cherished spot for shade and a good book on those particularly hot and steamy summer days!!
Red © SharonB (iammacgirl) on Flickr.
My favourite, friendly little grouping of trees by the river.
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On a marché sure la lune © SharonB (iammacgirl) on Flickr.
People/things I ran into while moon walking on rue Saint-Paul.
austpicious said: I know how you feel. Just yesterday I saw a man whose shape and manner of walking reminded me so much of my dad that I had to pull the car to the side of the road because I couldn’t see for tears. Still hits me like that after 10 years :(
45 by the river: gold and slumbers © SharonB (iammacgirl) on Flickr.
We all have them right? You know - those little shops on the corner of a street where you can get pretty much anything. Corner shop, corner store - here in la belle province they are known as a “dépanneur” or “dép” for short. At mine, I can get all the usual like milk, bread, newspaper, ciggies (if you are into fouling your lungs), beer, wine, all manner of groceries, and lots of other variouses and sundries - mine also happens to dispense tears. Yeah. No shit. It goes like this. I finish installing the jute runner for the outside staircase so that come winter (and winter is coming make no mistake), when they are slick with ice and snow, no one (including myself) does a four and a half gainer to land on their proverbial keister at the bottom of said staircase. Look at my watch and decide I better go get the weekend paper at the dép before he runs out and, of course, buy a ticket for the lotto (which I shall never win but you know, if you don’t have one, you don’t win as the saying goes sucker).
So there I am, standing at the counter, wearing my dad’s old jacket because it’s got one of those fuzzy linings and it’s loose enough so I can fit a warm sweatshirt under it (hey, it’s minus something outside okay - call me a weather pussy if you like) and it covers my bum (see the remark about minus something outside) and I was crawling underneath the steps to affix the runner so it wouldn’t be sticking its jute tongue out at my visitors all winter long. Dép guys looks at me and jokes as he always does that “you are like a dépanneur guy always running and always working” - did I mention I was kinda dirty from crawling about underneath the staircase? Well, I was. He looks at me and then asks “New coat? Looks a little big.” I replied, “no, not new, it was my dad’s jacket” and then I immediately burst into tears. I had no idea it was coming, but it always does - odd moments - standing in line at the bank once and seeing someone in front of me who reminded me so much of my dad that I had to walk out of there, sometimes when I pass through Gare Centrale and I remember how he used to take me down into the bowels of the station where the general public was never allowed and get real up close and personal with the trains and sometimes when I go grocery shopping and I recall how much he loved to go grocery shopping and how, when I would give him a list of my groceries, he would go to just about every store in a twenty mile radius (including multiple branches of the same store) to save me twenty cents on something and spend ten bucks of his gas doing it.
And sometimes, like today, it’s when I do a “dad thing” like putting a jute runner on the front staircase and sometimes the tears are just a tiny bit delayed until I get to the corner.
gimme shelter © SharonB (iammacgirl) on Flickr.
I am always amazed at the the multiple scratchings one can find upon any given bus shelter here in the city … on this particular shelter, I find it almost lends this image a bit of a painterly effect. And, yes, that’s right, I skulk behind people and take their pics too. That’s what ninjas do, eh? Taken with my trusty old Canon S90 which lies at the bottom of the ocean (that’s just a fancy way of saying that it can still be found floating around the bottom of my purse most days).
First Snow ©SharonB (iammacgirl)
While it’s lovely to see this image of mine still bouncing around Tumblrdom with some 2000+ notes (that’s a record for me) - what is not lovely is the fact that, while some do leave the proper credit and the link back to the photo on my Flickr site, that a great number more remove all credit, provide no link whatsoever and tag it with something generic like the word “random”. Much appreciated. Not. I am happy that a photograph of mine is pleasing to so many, but please, please, please, Tumblrs and Tumblrettes, do not remove the credit or mess with our photos. Thank you, love you, owe you.
(Source: paralyzing, via b3autyl0ver)
A kingdom for my horse © SharonB (iammacgirl) on Flickr.
During my walkabout earlier this Spring in Griffintown, was delighted to come across this ode to Leo’s Horse Palace scrawled on these doors in the vicinity of the site of the former stables. Finally managed to make them all out by enlarging the photo for my depleted vision!
My dear friend
You who have been described
as a mortis (sic) & tenon bijou,
an integral part of a larger patrimonial treasure
you who once were and still are known as a horse palace
though you never had the sparkle
of a buckingham or versailles palace
you have the grandeur of sky & tree & beast
you have stories to tell
of hauling ice
of neighbourhood bonfires
you have sounds and smells
unique in an urban landscape
snorting and whinnying
the clatter of hooves & wooden wheels rattling
along a cobblestone lane
lined with wildflowers
surrounded by cottonwood highrises
rustling up a storm when a light wind blows
your red brick
your sign dangling
blowing in the wind
my dear friend
though your age is measured
in multiples of my own
i will miss you
should your demise precede mine
as it seems it will
and hoping it will not be so
i wish that long after every molecule
what was ever a part of me
has become a part of something else
that you remain
to greet intact
schoolchildren & tourists
of all shapes & sizes
with a glimpse
at what was
my dear friend
you don’t stand a chance
it’s heritage for sale
holes are being dug
there will be underground parking
and foolish new neighbours
who bought condos
next door to stables
but can’t appreciate
the sweet smell
The Griffintown Horse Palace (a.k.a. Leo’s Horse Palace) was a stable in the Griffintown district in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, which dates back to around 1860. For three decades, the stables were run by former Goose Village resident, iceman and calèche driver Leo Leonard (1926-2012), also known locally as Clawhammer Jack. Leonard, who was reported to be the last Irish Quebecer left in Griffintown, retired and moved to Nun’s Island in 2011. The sale of his land around his Ottawa Street residence has cast the future of the stables in doubt. Montreal landscape architect Juliette Patterson has formed a foundation in an attempt to save the Horse Palace, which has also drawn support from the area’s historic Irish community.
Though the stables are considered to have cultural heritage value by the City of Montreal, they are not a protected heritage site by the Province of Quebec. Patterson and her foundation would like to preserve the Horse Palace as a working stable for caleche horses serving nearby Old Montreal as well as a museum of 19th-century Montreal history. But the foundation has been unable as of December 2011 to raise enough money to purchase Leonard’s land and buildings, which are now valued at over $1 million. The horse palace site includes the stables, a vacant 3,500-square foot lot, the Leonards’ brick triplex and an aging former auberge, and is being sold in three separate lots.
The good news part:
It finally happened: last month, the Griffintown Horse Palace Foundation held an official inauguration to launch the newly-built paddock for the stables that date back over 150 years. the Horse Palace Foundation, a group dedicated to saving and restoring the stables, has been successful in raising public interest and awareness in this project, along with the funds needed to accomplish this mission.
It was the City of Montreal, together with the SouthWest borough, that bought back the land for the paddock from developers. The goal is to restore the old wooden shed and stables, using whatever material can be salvaged from the old structures. However, this will be done in such a way that these buildings can also be used as a multimedia museum and zoo therapy centre, and then be opened up to the public.