looking out
thru a lens i see Euston, in the mid-day sun of a new spring day inspired by the WPC :: FAVOURITE PLACE Continue reading looking out
thru a lens i see Euston, in the mid-day sun of a new spring day inspired by the WPC :: FAVOURITE PLACE Continue reading looking out
the clear blue sky would rather be than most anywhere with her wheels underneath instead of my feet the parkway unfolds for me, the river at my side wind on my face and not a trace of him, you, them, or otherwise as i just ride ~~ * ~~ * ~~ for the WPC :: i’d rather be… Continue reading just Rose and i
he’s leaving in the spring my friend, not to the moon not on a plane 555.5 Kilometers away and my world will be less a carpenter –*– –*– –*– –*– –*– inspired by the wpc :: STORY Continue reading what is he?
wpc :: OUT OF THIS WORLD Continue reading Hooded Merganser
these bits and pieces from some other place of here and there we often leave no trace for our delusions, the journey moved us forward. along the banks of it we haunt as knitted caps and the other parts go into the trees, of leaves, the scent of thee breath in the decay, the days, we betray of barking dogs and the hawks overhead hunting … Continue reading i found today
Raining in this misty kinda way yesterday, and had to go downtown to pick up a new router from my ISP, hence the photographs I posted yesterday. You know, one stone two birds or whatever that phrase is. The streets were almost deserted, which made my photographic mission a bit more difficult, hard to take portraits, you know, with no subjects, but I prevailed. Ran … Continue reading Of Miracles And Connections On A Rainy Day
a reflection as black is to white good to bad we drift past and wonder at it all as if our lives are threads our soul the veins pushing through and wile away the hours as we flow {psst…yes you…this is what i call a spiral poem…you read them line by line going up or down, including the title} inspired by WPC :: a … Continue reading are you
When I was growing up I spent a lot of time in arena’s, but with a baton in my hand and the only high-sticking penalties were when my sister bonked me over the head with the said baton and was sent to her room for an hour. So across Canada, I imagine there are many gathered around a rink watching someone play hockey. In my … Continue reading Learning How To Fail In A Canadian Arena
nestled underneath a blanket of snow are the seeds of you, the blossoms of you and when thou awakes from your long repose shall i love and adore you even more than i did the year before, for i know like the eyes of a starving bee i am at the longing for the greening of you that sweet scent of you in the air … Continue reading for the scent of you
the days of gray went away the sun shone briefly and revealed some of the blue sky shrugged off the lugubriousness for a few hours old shining one for a little bit cast hazy shadows on the snow and blessed be Continue reading of my yesterday
Your Tour Guide The Objective submitted for the WPC :: TOUR GUIDE Continue reading The Yellow Snow Sidewalk Tour
reset beset me as I dream of revolutions we will ride away on vintage bicycles as someone yonder plays the mandolin a dog barks overhead and faintly someone sings Leonard Cohen’s ‘Democracy’ to the rhythm of a bodhran, yet, maybe that’s all madness that intangible force the deadened hours staring at that light green wall again Continue reading a few lines written whilst waiting for my router
Off-leash on a lark at Thames Park this week. A lovely time was had by all. Though personally, I would prefer green grass and sunshine, but not my shaggy four-legged mutt. For Irish, the day was a perfect mix of snow and cold, exactly how she likes it. for the wp challenge :: BELOVED Continue reading Out And About In The Snow