So here I am at the Winspear Center blogging about the Edmonton Symphony Orchestra. We have been given a private enclosed room, similar to a “crying room” for babies. We are about to hear the Jazz Masters concert series. The symphony members are starting to fill their seats and we are about to be in the dark. I haven’t been to the Winspear in quite some time, nor the Citadel and I’m thrilled to have the pleasure...

This week I was informed that I was chosen to participate in a special event at the Winspear Center for the Edmonton Symphony Orchestra. The put out a call for all bloggers in related topics and I was chosen to be among the ones attending. So on Friday February 22nd I will attend the ESO concert and write about it on here before I leave the building. How cool is that? Watch for it Friday night and maybe an article about us in the...

Impoverished In your thin scruffiness, black and white against sand and stone, I think of your well-groomed, fattened relatives guarding luxury in North America, as you guard for the hand in the south, that feeds you, no matter how sparse, the dry bone. - Sandra Mooney-Ellerbeck Old Woman old woman on your face lies a gift of fields stories unfold in the pleated furrows and long tales spill across the white fence of your smile ...

Young Girl you are the definition of endurance standing firm against the backdrop of your native country and I am the same wedged between the busy streets and avenues of my own we are no different really, you and I your eyes a watercolor of secrets tracking survival from the dusty grounds pulling in a wish, inventing a dream that might save you while my own secrets flock to my eyes from the weathered places I track daily a lost mother, a...

I have collaborated with writers in the past, and recently two poets that I know were inspired to write about some of my images captured in Peru. So without any extra fanfare, here are the first two. Hands of Time The toil of your life is carried in your hands in the earth stains upon and under your fingernails as much as in the thinning gold wedding ring around your wrinkled finger. Your hands in their tired silence upon your lap go...

After spending nearly 4 weeks in Peru as part of the womans tour group Red Lotus Tours, I fell in love with this magical, spiritual place rich in the history of the Inca’s. I visited the sacred valley, climbed to Machu Picchu and spent time with our shaman guides in places ordinary tourists would never make it to. I spend the afternoon cooking food for the children of the Path of the Heart Restaurant and handed out hot chocolate...