Photo Pause: Village Historique Acadien

Note: Photography is a path to mindfulness for me, a meditative and grounding practice that prompts me to slow down and notice the world around me. May these images offer you a space to pause, a respite in your perhaps busy day, and a reminder to take a moment now & then and notice what's going on in the world around you.

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D. and I just got back from a visit to my beloved Acadie on the East coast of Canada, a return to my roots for a fulfilling five days. While we were there we visited the Village Historique Acadien in Caraquet, New Brunswick. From the Village's Website:

"Originating from 17th century France, the Acadians were the first French settlers in North America. Le Grand Dérangement (the deportation) deprived them of their lands and scattered them throughout the world. The Village Historique Acadien (VHA) portrays the ingenuity and determination of the Acadians starting anew.

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One of the most authentic historical sites in North America (Phoenix Award Winner), the Village Historique Acadien strives to portray the lives of Acadians between 1770 and 1949. More than 40 historical buildings are staffed with interpreters who will make you relive the ancestral customs and traditional trades during these years.

Each one has a story to tell."  

It was a beautiful and moving day spent exploring the lives of my ancestors. I offer you a few images...

Maison Mazerolle
VAPaysage
VABrebis1
VAVache
VAGrangeSarrasin
VAMaisonSavoie1
VABrebis2
VAPaysage2

Hello August...

Oh hello August,

What have you done with July?

Despite what feels like an early arrival, I welcome you. Perhaps you will bring a bit more summer weather our way? Last weekend's weather was perfect, BTW. I took an outdoor nap in the shade, dipped my feet in a cool babbling river and enjoyed a night on the town chasing a 45-ton half-dragon/half-horse creature through the streets of Ottawa. Yes, more weather like last weekend please.

Cassie napping in the shade last weekend. Shortly before I snapped the photo I was napping with her.

Cassie napping in the shade last weekend. Shortly before I snapped the photo I was napping with her.

I am grateful that the head cold that came about during the month of July has left so I can fully enjoy you. Summer colds suck. No one wants to slurp chicken noodle soup when it's 30+ Celsius outside (that's about 85+ Fahrenheit, for my American friends).

But the cold is gone and I feel re-energized. Onward.

I look forward to our time together, August. Aside from a trip to my beloved East coast the books are open. Farmer's market, maybe a movie at the drive-in, more outdoor naps, I look forward to it all.

I practice openness to your unfolding. Being a planner this doesn't always come naturally to me, but I practice because it's often been my experience that letting things unfold brings ease.

ease [ēz] NOUN 1. absence of difficulty or effort synonyms: effortlessness, no trouble, simplicity, deftness 2. absence of rigidity or discomfort; poise 3. freedom from worries or problems, especially about one's material situation synonyms: peace, calm, tranquility, serenity, repose

more synonyms: restfulness, quiet, security, comfort, affluence, wealth, prosperity, luxury, plenty, comfort, contentment, enjoyment, well-being

Yes, ease sound good.

So welcome, August. I think we will have a splendid time together.

Here's to your unfolding,

Stephanie

xo

PS - Despite my belly-aching about my summer cold I am not really upset with July. It came with many gifts. I've posted snapshots of a few favourites below just to let you know that we are still on good terms.

PPS - Tell July I said hi.

Saying goodbye to a favourite lake after a week's holiday. Photo by D.

Saying goodbye to a favourite lake after a week's holiday. Photo by D.

Twenty cousins and aunts spanning four generations and travelling from three provinces gathered in Quebec City for a reunion weekend and the only good photo I have is this one of my Sunday morning hotel coffee.

Twenty cousins and aunts spanning four generations and travelling from three provinces gathered in Quebec City for a reunion weekend and the only good photo I have is this one of my Sunday morning hotel coffee.

Each year I am floored by these scarlet flowers in the garden. They are a sight to behold. Crocosmia, Lucifer.

Each year I am floored by these scarlet flowers in the garden. They are a sight to behold. Crocosmia, Lucifer.

A sleek and light new-to-us dining suite (vintage 1952). After pining for the "perfect" one for a few years I found it on Kijiji. I want to caress it every time I sit down for a meal.

A sleek and light new-to-us dining suite (vintage 1952). After pining for the "perfect" one for a few years I found it on Kijiji. I want to caress it every time I sit down for a meal.

Broken wing.

Broken wing.

LongMa on Ottawa's Elgin Street on a Saturday night, part of a theatrical production by France's La Machine. It was magical. For an entire weekend there was a collective suspension of reality across the city and we became enchanted with giant robotic creatures. This amazing photo by D.

LongMa on Ottawa's Elgin Street on a Saturday night, part of a theatrical production by France's La Machine. It was magical. For an entire weekend there was a collective suspension of reality across the city and we became enchanted with giant robotic creatures. This amazing photo by D.

They make me happy. That is all.

They make me happy. That is all.