Dressed for Dinner
When the news reporter for Moscow TV asked me what was different about the agricultural fair in Yaroslavl and any I had seen in Canada, I answered with one word, “Fun!” The Zucchini dressed for Read More …
When the news reporter for Moscow TV asked me what was different about the agricultural fair in Yaroslavl and any I had seen in Canada, I answered with one word, “Fun!” The Zucchini dressed for Read More …
In the middle of a reservoir… A steeple! The flooding of a valley in 1935 or so created one great hydro-electric project. The locks and infra-structure are a testament to visionary leadership and communal goals. Read More …
It is amazing that when, after a hectic week, a rest on a park bench, an old park bench, changes every perspective and connects all the loose ends. There across the grass, a red Squirrel Read More …
The Tretyakov Galleries are a monument to Russian art and a monument to Tretyakov, a patron of the arts. In his life-time Tretyakov collected 2000 works of Russian art and donated them and the gallery Read More …
I woke up this morning in Moscow thinking about the quiet waters of Nita Lake in Whistler, BC. The canoe reflecting sunshine. The drizzle outside was familiar. The splatter of rain drops blurring vistas. Then Read More …
The soaring monument and poster spoke of human achievement. This was not your usual war-monument (ok cold-war). This monument celebrated human achievement. A memorial to that first human space flight. Once inside the museum this Read More …
Some quiet loving part of me wants to rebel against classical religious symbols. And then some spirited movement from within is repeatedly awe struck at how far images, memories and phrases percolate from those traditions. Read More …
Clustered like trees, these new towers are set at the edges of Moscow. Huddled for warmth and political protection in a city marked at every intersection by the resurrection from perdition of buildings once lost Read More …
The linguistic puzzles that politics create are very easy to unravel on a Saturday night! The square known in English as “Red Square” only has military roots at the end of World War Two and Read More …
We took the peak-to-peak chair across the valley that separates Whisler from Blackcomb. In the valley below we pointed out the zip-line to my mother and to each other. We survived. My mother survived at Read More …