Hidden Creatures Come Forth
I’ve become rather obsessed the last couple of days with teasing forth these creatures from my nature photos. Playing with the reflect tool in Polarr, adjusting this and that, I find them and draw them out. Some have a rather surrealist aspect I really like, as well as a nod to Urban Fantasy. Well, first off, I call them THE CREATURES. Suppose or lack of … Continue reading Hidden Creatures Come Forth
Let’s Pretend Is Actually What Matters?
A few years back, I was listening to CBC Radio, and the guest on was speaking about unstructured play. His point was on how today we have children who don’t necessarily have the tools that equip them for today’s world. Unstructured play? What is that? Unstructured play*,† happens when children follow their instincts, ideas, and interests without an imposed outcome. It may include challenging forms … Continue reading Let’s Pretend Is Actually What Matters?
Do You Believe In Magic? ~ Part I
I peed on it when I was little, I think I was 3. So, when my sister and I were divving up the furniture – after Wendy-bitch {ya, long story} had redecorated the Homestead – we decided I should have it since I’d technically claimed it. I have an old photograph of me sitting on it with great grandma. I’ve actually only seen, in person, … Continue reading Do You Believe In Magic? ~ Part I
Creating Serenity From Wild Things
Off on a tangent today, wandering Mastodon, and low and behold an idea took hold. I’ve had these black & white photographs I’ve been keen to do something with, and today I was inspired. This picture was of a blurred image, with the hashtag #impressionism. It was rather lovely. So, I revved up my ol’Polarr Photo Editor, and started playing. Reflecting and fringing and adjusting… … Continue reading Creating Serenity From Wild Things
Of The Absence And Longing For It, I say
Life comes at you quickly. Sure. However, it also creeps along, molecule by molecule, seeps in quietly unbeknownst to you. Sometimes, before you know it, life has sucked your creative energy dry, and left you wordless. The spark sparks up every now and again, but is snuffed out by ‘the life‘. By the slow creep of blah. By too much solitude. By a myriad of … Continue reading Of The Absence And Longing For It, I say
The Resilient Parlour Palm
One of the next plants I dragged back from the grocery store, after Ali, was a Parlour Palm. It just had this wonderful jungle vibe, and frondish leaves like a fern, and has this feel of some old Victorian parlour. Its native habitat is jungle understory, and hence can take quite low light – I have 1arge one back around 7-8 feet from a north … Continue reading The Resilient Parlour Palm
Like A Migration Back In Time, From Avians To Pachyderms, Goeth I
Way back in the long ago, before the World Wide Web, before everyone and their grandma had a computer, before facebook, before hashtags and domain names, before trolls were really a thing, before all this… I was… well, maybe you can say I was a late to the game pioneer… on Compuserve. It was the mid-90s, and was married and a bit lonely, as my … Continue reading Like A Migration Back In Time, From Avians To Pachyderms, Goeth I
This Semi-Hardy Purple Swedish Ivy That’s Not Really Swedish
A few years back, I was poking around at the outdoor garden centre, and came across this gorgeous plant. It was sold as a filler plant for hanging baskets, or other container garden displays. I soon discovered though that this beauty was way more than that. Purple Swedish Ivy – Plectranthus australis: native to northern Australia and the Pacific Islands. Yea, so no clue how it … Continue reading This Semi-Hardy Purple Swedish Ivy That’s Not Really Swedish
I ♥‿♥ Syngonium
A sampling of one of my favourite genus, the bohemian Syngonium Podophylum – also known as an Arrowhead. They just have this grow anywhere, anyhow vibe. They do fine in bright indirect light, or relatively low light. A bonus feature for beginners, is they are rather forgiving, propagate like a weed, and don’t require anything fancy. Sure, they’d love a bit more humidity than most, … Continue reading I ♥‿♥ Syngonium
This Thing About My American Cousins
I don’t know how to write this, cause in a way it surprises me. It feels weird saying. It has been rolling around inside for years. The first tinglings of it hit me in the Spring of 2017, listening to Yo Yo Ma play Appalachian Spring. Not sure how to say it, because I guess I don’t know where to start. Or… er… where it … Continue reading This Thing About My American Cousins
a short poem not about plants
so, I was all set. tea made. idea almost in reach and I was sideswiped by a friendwith Pika’s sister in towand her best bud Poppy ugh. so. we kvetchedok, i kvetched he can’t talk much brain injurysodrank beertold me I reminded him of Margaret Thatchereventuallyafter some timei guess that’s kinda a hard one to mime– which maybe I deservedas I was expounding on the … Continue reading a short poem not about plants
Let me Introduce You To An Alocasia Named Ali
It really was all her fault, you know, Fred and I were just fine. We didn’t need no more plants around. Oh sure, there were the Oxalis I’ve almost killed 50 billion times – though if you know anything about those false shamrocks, you’ll know they also call them the Shamrock o Lazarus, cause they will always rise from the dead. Yeah, so late January … Continue reading Let me Introduce You To An Alocasia Named Ali
Let’s Start With A Tree Named Fred
For some reason, beyond the realm of matter, distance, and time, I have had to pull this post out of me. I have not written for months, and this post has been dragged out of me kicking and screaming. For months, and months now the words get stuck, I am stuck. I miss writing. I love writing. I feel like a piece of me is … Continue reading Let’s Start With A Tree Named Fred
The Temenos Journal 