Cedars are terribly sensitive to change of time and light - sometimes they are bluish cold-green, then they turn yellow warm-green - sometimes their boughs flop heavy and sometimes float, then they are fairy as ferns and then they droop, heavy as heartaches.

It's true that people change in time. You gain knowledge from experience, learn how to handle situations that you never knew how, before you lived threw it. I know for a fact I'm not who I use to be, many people don't know Me anymore, and I've stop paying attention to who you've become. Yet to judge who you don't know anymore is so foolish and extremely disappointing that your brain has such thoughts to think.

This is not a change in the formula, but a change in one of the factors in the formula.

Oh, Spring! I want to go out and feel you and get inspiration. My old things seem dead. I want fresh contacts, more vital searching.

It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw.

The men resent a woman getting any honour in what they consider is essentially their field. Men painters mostly despise women painters. So I have decided to stop squirming, to throw any honour in with Canada and women.