Skunk cabbages. This plant grows everywhere in the swamps around here, and it looks like an alien invasion of bright-as-yellow hoods, skulking around the undergrowth. Don't they know they don't blend in? Maybe it's like crickets, how they can't actually hear the noise they make when they scritch their wings together: maybe the alien skunk cabbages are perfectly camouflaged in some sense that they have and we don't.
Spring is coming, if not already here. The mountains are still amazing and alive, huge beautiful presences around me. I don't care if that sounds all touchy-feely-hippie, I really don't.
I'm packing, and planning my trip home, and still trying to remain sane. I think I'm doing an admirable job. Pat me on the back, wouldja?
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the human behind the bean
I'm a 27 year old Canadian woman. I grew up on Cape Breton Island, although my parents and their families are from Quebec and Ohio. Currently I live in Cape Breton, in a small town by the Bras D'Or Lake.
I can make a good soup and tie my own shoes. I've worked as a nanny, a potter's assistant, a shop clerk, and a janitor. I've also worked in a library, and taught computers to seniors. I've travelled to Australia and New Zealand and across Canada by train. I spent two and a half years in university before I left. I like the way the air smells in the Fall.
Since 2002 - this is my blog, a place for me to write about life, what I experience, to share my photography and my writing. I'm glad you're here!
I can make a good soup and tie my own shoes. I've worked as a nanny, a potter's assistant, a shop clerk, and a janitor. I've also worked in a library, and taught computers to seniors. I've travelled to Australia and New Zealand and across Canada by train. I spent two and a half years in university before I left. I like the way the air smells in the Fall.
Since 2002 - this is my blog, a place for me to write about life, what I experience, to share my photography and my writing. I'm glad you're here!
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