Colour of Outdoors by Mandy Ford

  • August, somehow

    I wondered why my father bought me mirrors as gifts. Did he want me to see myself for who I am or who I could be? Did he want me to see what he sees? And then I wondered, what… more ›

  • The House that Built Me

    July was a painful month. The house that I spent my whole life growing in (until I moved away from home) was sold. For those who follow my blog and know me well enough to know my family, know that… more ›

  • Firsts, part one.

    Last week on June 14th my blog hit a milestone – 16 years. Sixteen years of storytelling, photography, reflections and poetry. The main reason that I started this blog so many years ago was to share what my world looked… more ›

  • What the Doctor ordered

    “Your Dad wouldn’t want you to give up on the business of living..” That’s what my Doctor told me today. He said to write, journal – because it’s what I’m good at. Write down all the stories that your Dad… more ›

  • Mayday

    Yes, I’ve backdated this, again. Later this month (June, the real month that I’m living in now) I will be writing a properly long blog post. Things have happened and I can’t find the words yet to describe the immense… more ›

  • April showers

    Not much I feel like sharing about this month. Dad has been very unwell, and as I backdate this to the end of April (it’s actually May 10th) he is here in Goose Bay hospital. Instead of forcing myself to… more ›

  • Marching orders

    It’s mid-March and I’m considering it a win that I didn’t wait until April 1 to write and backtrack a post for the first time in a while. What can I say about recent weeks? 2026 is really kicking my… more ›

  • occupied mind

    Some photos to say what I’m not able to at the moment. A record of February. M. more ›

  • is there any angel near me

    The title features lyrics from one of my favorite Christmas songs, Carry Me Home by Hey Rosetta. I thought that exact line at several points during the last week, as I sat with my Dad in a hospital bed while… more ›

  • Apricity

    Apricity refers to the pleasant warmth of the sun on a cold winter day, a rare and evocative word describing that specific, comforting feeling of sunlight in frigid air, originating from the Latin apricus, meaning “warmed by the sun”. While considered an… more ›