All posts by Lynette d'Arty-Cross

Loving life through photography, hiking, walking, good food, wine and travel.

Okanagan Sunset

I have left the north and am presently at my home in the Okanagan Valley of British Columbia. Recently, I sipped a glass of wine and watched the sun go down behind a hill.I am happy and grateful for all the wonders in my life. The people (including the bloggers), the work, the food, the time to sit and enjoy a sunset.

Cheers from British Columbia. 🙂

Salt River

The Salt River runs through the town of Fort Smith, NWT.

All is very green right now because recently, there has been a lot of rain.

The Salt River is not salty, but is named for the nearby salt plains. The plains can be found in Wood Buffalo National Park and are very attractive to the many types of animals who like to lick the salt that has worked its way up from deep inside the earth.

During the fur trading days, the salt was collected for seasoning. It could still be used for this purpose today.

Happy Independence Day to our American friends and greetings from the non-salty Salt River. 🙂

A Northern Lilac

In the north, lilac takes a long time to bloom.

It’s July, yes, but these hardy blooms do arrive, even if late by southern standards.

I found this particular bush after a rain when their fragrance was particularly lush and heady.

Hardy they may be, but they spread their gaudy celebration of life with gusto.

Greetings from the lovely northern lilac. 🙂

Northern Wild Roses

The wild rose is the provincial flower of Alberta. But there are many of these lovely flowers everywhere, especially in the north.

They grow beside roads and in fields, splashing the green with their pretty pink, so cheery and fragrant.

That which we call a rose would by any other name still smell as sweet. 🙂 ~Shakespeare

Meditation XVII

No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent,

a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of

thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind.

And therefore, never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

~ John Donne

Photos of Howe Sound, British Columbia