
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
In the fragile lattice of morning light, the spider’s work stands as a monument to patience and design.
This spiderweb, soaked in dew and backlit by daybreak, could be mistaken for code—strings of logic floating midair.
The forest holds its breath. Morning fog clings to the undergrowth like a held memory, softening the sharpness of the branches.
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
We never grew up with bridges like this—suspended, sweeping, confident in the air.