Every day a new outrage. So, why blog? I began in 2014. Two events: one personal, one political. A need to, at the very least, shout into the wind. But with the internet, a new wind tunnel opens up.
I hoped revealing my struggles might touch someone else who is struggling. There is a whole supportive community now, so we don’t have to be alone. And comments and conversations tell me it is a good path.
The bigger questions remain. Inequality, racism, alternative facts, bizarre interpretations of religious texts. Trump looming over all that is good like a schoolyard bully looking to dominate weakness and to exploit divisions for his own gain. I thought perhaps I had some good arguments people could use against the bullies in power or to convince those who are uninformed to join the good fight.
But right now everybody and their brother is putting forth those same arguments, and the result is a digging in and doubling down of the ignorant and the privileged.
Place des Arts – Hundreds of people walked this corridor on their way from the metro to the demonstration.
Next to the crowds, an aboriginal woman and her 2 puppies were basically living in this little alcove. (She has a black & white striped jacket on.)
People just walked on by her on their way to and from the march.
I spoke with her, gave her some money, and asked her to Prends Soins (take care of herself).
When I’m not photographing the trees and small oases of nature available throughout Montréal, I’m capturing evidence of the humans of St. Henri.
Except for the photo in the métro, all photos were taken during my walks with Yoshi. All are from the last three weeks.
Seen one morning while walking Yoshi on the bike path.
The bright pigments of the blossoms, and the rich variations of new green. Nature provides the palette for each season.
Sometimes the best view is right in front of you.