“It is time for us to
turn to each other,
not on each other”~ Jesse Jackson
American civil rights activist
Born on: 8th October 1941
Porte Photos’ Daily Pic: Tuesday, October 8th, 2024
“It is time for us to
turn to each other,
not on each other”~ Jesse Jackson
American civil rights activist
Born on: 8th October 1941
“You can pray until you faint,
but unless you get up
and try to do something,
God is not going to
put it in your lap”~ Fannie Lou Hamer
Civil rights activist
Born on: 6th October 1917
My doctor gave me six months to live,
but when I couldn’t pay the bill
he gave me six months more.~ Walter Matthau
Actor
Born on: 1st October 1920Porte Ponderings:
Welcome October ❤
October 1st most of us are able to hang our orange shirts in the closet until next year. Some of us have to live with the repercussions of Residential Schools everyday. The lose of culture, language, heritage and extended cousins.
Tell the truth.
Sing with passion.
Work with laughter.
Love with heart. ‘
Cause that’s all that matters in the end.~ Kris Kristofferson
American – Musician
June 22, 1936-September 28, 2024
Truth and Reconciliation
or Orange Shirt Day.
That’s the thing about books.
They let you travel
without moving your feet.~ Jhumpa Lahiri
Author
Born on: 11th July 1967
I drank to drown my sorrows,
but the damned things
learned how to swim.~ Frida Kahlo
Mexican artist
Born on: 6th July 1907
Know what’s weird?
Day by day, nothing seems to change.
But pretty soon, everything’s different.~ Bill Watterson
American – Cartoonist
Born: July 5, 1958
I have never had a studio,
~ Claude Monet
and I do not understand
shutting oneself up in a room.
To draw, yes; to paint, no.
French – Artist November 14, 1840 – December 5, 1926
Everything can change
~ Regina Brett
in the blink of an eye.
But don’t worry;
God never blinks.
American – Journalist Born: May 31, 1956
The first day of Autumn and I finally got a chance to go kayaking on the Old Ausable Channel. There was no wind and the water was like a sheet of glass reflecting the shores. At the far end of the Pinery, by the bridge, the underpass looked like an eye and the kayaker on the other side looked like a reflection.
I’m glad I was there early enough that I could park my trailer ready to go out. When I returned to the dock the remainder of the parking lot was full of fellow kayakers and water enthusiasts.