[16] Kingston, Ontario

For those of you who still actually follow this blog, and those of you who may not, I thought I would post a quick update. I've been back from Europe for just shy of one month now. I still haven't really even tackled editing and polishing my photos (to make them shiny). What I have done was to post a few of my favourites (thus far) on a different online website, since I've had such a frustrating time trying to load photos to blogspot (it's okay for the occasional photo, but not such an amount). The link for the site is [here].

I find myself often recalling moments in Europe or strange cultural customs that confused me more and more in my daily life ("if I were in X now, they would be doing Y). And since I am on the other side of the country, I suppose that it is easier to imagine myself in an entirely foreign land on the other side of the world than to imagine myself where I am right now. Things aren't so different here in Ontario. Just enough.

"What would the world be, once bereft of wet and wildness? O let them be left, wildness and wet; long live the weeds and the wilderness yet" (Gerard Manley Hopkins).

This quote is from a poem (I assume) by Gerard Manley Hopkins, a Scottish writer of Victorian prominence which was inscribed in stone for the wall of the Scottish Parliament in Edinburgh. And I have to agree entirely. I think (and this might just be my personal preference) that he is referring to the Highlands. For where else is it so wet, so wild, and are there so many weeds (i.e., thistles)?