the old. the new. the grey. the colour. many hate it. I love it. merci Paris. hBg

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the gold is wrinkled and worn.  but its scars tell a story.  one I would much rather hear frankly.

sending love to any shiny spirit who was ever made to feel less than beautiful.

go gently.

heARTbeatgal

o canada

my home and native land

I spent your day strolling through mega fauna and snap snap snapping.

gawd keep you glorious and free!
o canada, seriously, stand on guard for thee.

heARTbeatgal

howling at dawn, listening

snow was morning breath

Thanks for the kick in the rear.

heARTbeatgal

Here is a little friend I met on the beach in P.E.I.  I think he was hitting on me.

When I wasn’t being bothered by the locals I binged on the non-stop colour and texture of the red isle. So rich and warm , I vacillated between wanting to either eat or roll around in the landscape at near every view. I mostly just took snaps. Click the photo to see a few. Wolf Parade, the Vaccines and Of Montreal provided the soundtrack.

P.E.I. the sleepiest wonder I ever did see. Thank you for your hospitality.

xoxo heARTbeatgal

p.s. Ms. Normal has been trampling all over heARTbeatgal and her ideas. Summer holidays hold promise of finishing at least a few of the many pieces I have started over the Spring.  When will Ms. Normal win the lottery?

I mostly do.

I heART this view of Ottawa.

Thank you Shepard Fairey

heARTbeatgal

to the summer gods

bless

yummy!

life is good

 heARTbeatgal

xxo