These are a few pictures that I have shared before but fit together so well with this theme. It’s so true that we rarely take time to look up but when we do it can be magical. Ten things I have seen by looking up:
Clouds racing across the sky.
An eagle being chased by a blackbird.
Clouds morphing from one thing into another.
Glimpses into other people’s lives.
The beauty of days past.
The creativity of someone now long dead.
Unintended glimpses up someone’s skirt (I was at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower trying to take a picture – completely unintentional).
Crazy geometrical shapes.
The arms of trees reaching out to each other.
And very occasionally, because you really have to be in the right space, the hand of God.
I mentioned in my last post that I grew up in Vancouver. That is not entirely accurate. I actually grew up in North Vancouver halfway up Fromme Mountain. I know, I know…anyone reading this from North Vancouver will say “Actually it’s Mount Fromme.” True, but as kids, we called it Fromme Mountain. At that time there was very little development above or around where I lived. Everyone had acreage, the forest encroached on our back yards, we saw bear and deer and raccoons regularly. I grew up in a neighbourhood of large Dutch families. This meant lots of kids to go exploring with and often with a bag of that delicious salty Dutch licorice.
When we climbed up past the tree line, we knew that if we hiked far enough (about 20-30 minutes) we would come to the nudist colony. We would hide behind trees and try to catch glimpses of the naked bodies but, being too afraid to get too close, we rarely saw much of anything. This didn’t stop us from hiking back down and bragging to everyone that we saw someone’s dingdong or someone’s boobies. Not everyone would hike up there but those that did acquired a special place of honour in our large group of friends.
I have mentioned before that my husband’s family comes from a tiny mountain village in Sicily. When he was 13 (1972), he and his family returned to Capizzi for a visit. Part of that was a return to the family farm. The caves in this hill were fitted with doors and this is where they stored all the vegetables they harvested in the fall. Obviously, this photo was not taken by me but by my husband.
I shot this picture at the ferry terminal in Nanaimo on Vancouver Island. On the right is the edge of Newcastle Island and on the left is the northeast point of Departure Bay. Directly across is the Sunshine Coast, including Tetrahedron Peak which stands at 1739 metres or 5705 feet. It is part of the Coastal Mountain Range on the west coast of British Columbia.