The water lay crystal clear, black as night, fathoms deep and unfathomable. Gazing into this stillness calmed the spirit within. She looked into the mirror reflection of herself as it peered back at her, a twinkling of a smile turning one corner of her mouth.
Today, I had an appointment with our local country market, which although it is only a hop, step and jump from my apartment, to my shame I had not realised was held every Tuesday morning.
It was a fascinating journey through time and place, best recorded in the following images of some of my favourite exhibits.
My second day in Ottawa had to be taken up with the market. Who can resist the promise of stalls selling local produce, flowers, artisan items and browsing a variety of independent stores?
Monday, first day in Ottawa. Although the weather was cloudy, cool and with promises of rain, I was ready to explore. Ottawa, capital city of Canada so, first port of call had to be Houses of Parliament and government buildings.
Thank you, Montreal, for welcoming me and allowing me to call you home for a few days. I appreciated the challenge of Mount Royal, I learned about your culture and some of your history through discovering your art, through meeting beautiful people and tasting your food. For now I must say goodbye, but know that I will return to explore once more.
How can it be Saturday? All too soon it was my last full day in Montreal and a journey down to the river became my last port, so to speak.
The inclement weather kept me indoors for much of the day. When I did venture out it was not much of a day for photography, however, retreating from Mount Royal, I looked up and managed to capture this view of the cross shrouded in low cloud. Atmospheric.
I had this day figured out in my head: brisk walk up Mount Royal using a different exit point, to walk all the way down Rue du Rachel to Olympic village. Can’t be that far can it? As the day was still a little cloudy and cool, I took some time to complete a post…