On March 25, my father, George Harold Tooke died. I haven't posted since then, but have continued to create. Here is a photo of my father and mother, Esther Van Schoick at their home in Colombia shortly after they married in 1944. Mom was an operating room nurse and Dad an accountant. I miss them both every day.
finding my way around
My first full day here at Banff. Today is a holiday here...something called Family Day. Much of the facility was closed, so I happily went out for a longer than expected hike, first into the town proper, then up a mountainside on a trail spotted with elk droppings. Obviously well-used by these animals. I kept one eye on the trail and with the other I kept a lookout for any critters. Ravens were flying about and the occasional snowflake fluttered down through the still air. I came to a fabulous look-off into the valley below and up the side of Lookout Mountain. Returning to the Centre, my route took me past the practice studios for the musicians...small huts, really, and you could faintly hear their music through the sound-proof walls. From another direction the sound of an aria in a pure soprano voice. An amazing place.
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