It’s definitely starting to affect me. I don’t feel like I’m locked in the house, I still go out, for photos, groceries, whisky, etc. But I find myself wandering glassy-eyed around the house, looking out one window after another. Circular… Continue Reading →
I have walked through the fog The mystery of city “The Fog” and “The Mist” Be there monsters there? There’s a fog south of here The chaos of fear and uncertainty The gas of tears Mystery but also comfort Like… Continue Reading →
“My helmet feels so tight. It must be my hair. What? It’s been over four months since I’ve had a cut. I think I’m getting a headache from the pressure.” These were the thoughts spinning through my mind as I… Continue Reading →
the slapping of the waves and the chasing of the foam against the sandy waters edge the rhythm of two bodies entwined in sync together your soft fingers entangled in mine and the sand squeezing between my toes the seagulls… Continue Reading →
“Len, you can’t go in there with the sheep. It’s all fenced in and the gate is locked.” “Ah, that fence is over a hundred years old, and the gate is just latched, not locked, and look at those sheep…. Continue Reading →
You see, there was this birthday party. A very large party with over 30 boys and girls. During the party, they played a game of musical chairs. Very simple rules, but I’ll go over them quickly here just to refresh… Continue Reading →
“Ya never know what you’re gonna git,”- Forest Gump, talkin’ bout what his mama always said. Street photography’s a lot like that, too. Walking around the city with your camera, you never know what kind of opportunities await. A little… Continue Reading →
He was looking right into my eyes. Or rather looking right through me, like I was transparent or in a different dimension. A young man, sitting on a bench in front of the old driftwood sided general store. Blue eyes…. Continue Reading →
are really noisy big-ass tail-pipes waking the dead boom boxes blaring gettin’ in my head Harleys thunderin’ see the devils red really noisy streetcars whisperin’ on ribbons of steel dividing the roadway hear the wheels squeal light trails surreal… Continue Reading →
at the event which took over the street Friday evening to show solidarity with the Black community and celebrating Juneteenth. Organized by Olodwan Blackboard, a Black skateboard collective, people gathered at Underpass Skate Park underneath where the Gardiner and DVP… Continue Reading →
A couple of years ago, robins nested in our backyard tree resulting in a few chicks. One day, the chicks flew away. All except one. He fell and couldn’t fly. The next morning, looking out the window to our patio,… Continue Reading →
The shack was hidden in the deep, dark northern German forest. The full moon cast shadows of the tall, thin spruce trees, standing like Prussian sentries. Inside the shack was as dark as an asylum lock closet, except for the… Continue Reading →
Welcome to the “good news” blog. I feel that I’ve been drenched with pandemic news, biological and political. You can’t turn the TV or browser on anymore without the deluge of bad news. And it’s getting worse. The news is… Continue Reading →
This morning I read an article by a very good photographer, Edward Burtynsky, who is in Northern Ontario making a body of work celebrating Earth Day, which is today in Canada. I first discovered his work last year at the… Continue Reading →
Purple Haze all in the air, lately things don’t seem the same, actin’ funny but I don’t know why ‘scuse me while I stand aside. Purple Haze is all around, don’t know if I’m coming up or down. Am… Continue Reading →
I woke up this morning at 5:30 with a thousand words in my head. Funny how the mind works. I’ve been meditating for awhile now, and have been able to watch that. And then we’re isolated, and everything changes again…. Continue Reading →
Ghosts drifting over the expanse Snowy hoodoos growing from the crest Ravens hovering on the wire Tall pines reaching from the mire Sun spawning shadows on the Peaks Tracks in the snow, schuss and streaks Sun Peaks, BCÂ Â [Click… Continue Reading →
… but only when it rains dirty city snow, salt puddles, neige jaune I love the cold, crisp air of winter champagne powder and the solitude of a northern stillness winter also has a darkness shortest days of the year… Continue Reading →
I’m walking around the streets of my city, thinking about an old movie I watched the other day In The Cut, where Meg Ryan is an English teacher who has a passion for words she goes through life with a… Continue Reading →
It’s early Thursday morning, actually not that early, about 7 AM, on the tall clipper ship, the Star Flyer. I’m sitting in the lounge having a coffee and writing in my journal. All is quiet and the ship is running… Continue Reading →
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