A Walk in the Park

Some things in life come easy.  Some come after years of hard work.

Some major events and accomplishments require strategy and patience.

Dundonald Park Chess Table

Dundonald Park Chess Table November 2012

I am writing this the day after witnessing the second graduation of my daughter who has become a higher learning professional in the area of English Literature.  My heart fills with pride and hope.  She has reached this goal through hard work and persistence despite obstacles thrown in her path.

My daughter has earned two university degrees.  I have none yet possess decades of work experience that have evolved from aptitude, attitude and at some times I feel – good karma.

When I feel frustrated or overwhelmed at the day job, I know there’s a place where I can go, obtain some exercise and reflect while breathing in fresh air.

The following are some photographs I took last week in Dundonald Park at Somerset and Lyon in downtown Ottawa.  What you don’t see in these photographs is the beer store across the street and the patrons who linger on the benches, waiting with their shopping carts of empties or lay in a inebriated state from consuming reality-numbing spirits.

With careful cropping, one can edit out the unpleasantness of urban life and focus on the small scenes of hope and beauty.

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About shewrite63

I am Theresa. I am a Mother, Grandmother and intermittent writer. I published a bittersweet novel in 2011 under the pen name of Florence T Lyon. I am also a real life survivor, community volunteer, Archives and Records Management graduate, and long-time IT support worker trying to keep up with technological changes. Can't eke a living off of my writing skills - yet!
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3 Responses to A Walk in the Park

  1. Thanks for finding the time in your busy schedule to do something so peaceful. Really enjoyed looking at your pix. I think I sat there once with my son when he was a little boy, so he’d know all neighborhoods weren’t like suburbia.

  2. shewrite63 says:

    You’re welcome! It was during a lunch time walk in 2008 that I met a rather opinionated and politically incorrect rummy named “Pat”. He led me to a plaque describing the heritage building across the street on Somerset and Lyon where Igor Gouzenko lived with his small family during the cold war. According to Pat, we’d all be speaking Russian if it wasn’t for that brave man. Details: http://www.ncf.ca/ncf/dg/dgView.jsp?thread=8541

  3. Pingback: An urban park, some history and present day pics | Shewrite63

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