Manitoba

Freshly harvested rhubarb, chopped and packaged into four-cup portions for freezing. A key step in our food preservation efforts, ensuring this vibrant, tart bounty can be enjoyed all year long.

Rhubarb Rhapsody

There’s nothing quite like the vibrant, tart taste of freshly harvested rhubarb – a flavour that is both sharp and sweet, with a unique tang that brightens any dish.

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Tender leaf lettuce seedlings, among the first to be planted this year, thrive in our grow-beds – a promising start to our community sustainable agriculture and food security program!

Emerald Canvas

From humble seeds, emerald dreams unfurl. Each tender lettuce leaf, a silent whisper of resilience, paints a vibrant tableau of community, sustainable art, and the profound beauty of shared food in a changing world.

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These early white blossoms belong to the Saskatoon bush (Amelanchier alnifolia), one of the boreal forest’s most generous and resilient plants. For generations, Saskatoon berries have nourished communities, supported pollinators, and thrived in northern climates. This year, we're proud to be adding Saskatoon bushes to our food production project—deepening our connection to the land, strengthening local food systems, and honouring traditional knowledge through action.

The Saskatoon Berry Tapestry

White blossoms unfurl, a silent chorus in the boreal breeze. Each petal whispers ancient stories of resilience, food, and community, a living art etched upon the northern canvas, honouring land and human spirit intertwined.

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The dome of the St. Boniface Archdiocese rises with quiet dignity over Winnipeg’s historic French quarter, a structure as solemn as it is beautiful. Caught in the crisp contrast of winter sun and shadow, the building’s architectural grace tells a story of leadership and legacy. The Romanesque lines and tall, narrow windows evoke the traditions of the Church, while its presence reminds visitors of the enduring role St. Boniface has played in shaping Métis, Francophone, and Catholic identities.

Echoes Beneath the Dome

The stark silhouette of the Archdiocese of St. Boniface church dome rises defiantly against a brooding prairie sky, its neoclassical lines softened by decades of memory.

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Suspension theory: dreams cling to the tension between the known and the not-yet-touched.

Dew Code

This spiderweb, soaked in dew and backlit by daybreak, could be mistaken for code—strings of logic floating midair.

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Fog doesn’t erase, it distills. What remains in the hush is not absence, but a pause between stories. Trees lean like breathless witnesses, caught in the act of remembering. This isn’t mystery—it’s a threshold. You aren’t lost here; you’re being rewritten.

Early Morning Fog

The forest holds its breath. Morning fog clings to the undergrowth like a held memory, softening the sharpness of the branches.

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It stands where steel forgets it’s steel—among colour bleeding from walls, among echoes not meant for birds. A pause with feathers. A poem without lines. Graffitied stillness, urban myth. Something sacred hums low under the bridge, and the goose listens.

Canada Goose

The goose under the coloured bridge Beneath the bridge, in a pocket of stillness layered with shadows and spray paint, a single Canada goose stands

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Provencher Bridge floats between breath and concrete, a tethered gesture over water’s slow murmur. Light fractures across its spine like memory refracted—half civic promise, half spectral hush. It does not span space, but thought—an architecture of pause, where crossings blur into echoes and the river forgets which way is forward.

Provencher

We never grew up with bridges like this—suspended, sweeping, confident in the air.

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