My Cheeky Grandma
Mom saw her as “the wind beneath her wings”. We all did. By the time I was born she was an old woman, with long lanky wrinkled legs and arms, her face lined by decades of smiles, and smoking. She was well-loved, for her spirit, her mind, and her distinctive style. She believed in UFO’s and “do unto others as you would have done onto … Continue reading My Cheeky Grandma
The Teachings Of An Orchard
Twenty years ago in the spring, the blooms created such stunning avenues of faded petals that I would imagine Arthur and his Knights riding through like some scene out of Excalibur. At one time, rows upon rows of Apples went off in straight lines, long corridors in the fall were lined with rotting Apples. Even then, the grassy bits between had become long and shaggy, … Continue reading The Teachings Of An Orchard
Waiting To Become
Across the road a man plays fetch with his dog on The Green, a woman and her friend stand at the corner chatting, a dog on a leash dancing and prancing in anticipation of us. Irish and I veer off to the left, as I pass the two women on my right, nodding a hello I turn on to his street. The second coat of … Continue reading Waiting To Become
Looking Out
we watched the seagulls we lost the keys in the sand it was a good day Pier at Port Stanley, Ontario – September 2016 for WPC :: serene Continue reading Looking Out
How I Became A Vagabond Mouse
So the other morning I’m on my way to work, passing by the elementary school here in The Village, and I am all of a sudden cross-legged on the floor of the library, head buried in this book I discovered. It was, oh, maybe 20 years ago now and this was my second co-op towards becoming a Library Tech. I had been putting the books … Continue reading How I Became A Vagabond Mouse
Dang Nammit, There I Go Being Divine Again
My eyes open to my darkened room; outside the sky is still charcoal. Generally, the sky is dark when I awake as I am an early riser. I stumble towards the kitchen, oops, back up, who am I kidding, first I have to pee… THEN I shuffle the 6 or so feet to the kitchen and grab my glass French Press coffee pot, hoping for … Continue reading Dang Nammit, There I Go Being Divine Again
The Poppycock Of Patriarchy
When I arrive, I dismount, and enter through the black wrought iron gates, ahead of me I can see the tower, the indomitable walls rise up over the banks of the river. I walk along the pathway that traces the edge of the hill, The Mount on my left, the river down below to my right. As I round the terraced hill the giant Oak … Continue reading The Poppycock Of Patriarchy
Seasons On A Path
submitted for WPC :: transformation Continue reading Seasons On A Path
On Learning How To Catch Creativity
Mom would sometimes send me off on little errands, only to have to turn around and go back and ask her what she wanted me to do. I was lost in words, images, details. In contemplating some random thought and stepping from the threshold of the kitchen onto the gaudy brown and gold vinyl running the length of the hall, barely 7 feet from the … Continue reading On Learning How To Catch Creativity
Playing With Accidents
This weeks WPC :: experimental inspired me. camera: NIKON D3400 EFFECT :: Photo Illustrator I was out photographing Euston the other day and snow had got on the lens so I, with one hand holding the dog on the leash, balanced everything in my canvas messenger bag whilst changing out the lens. I’d had my camera set to the effect setting of POP, which I … Continue reading Playing With Accidents
the accidental photo
i love random accidents you do not intend that peek one’s imagination Continue reading the accidental photo
Walks In The Woods
And so I returned once again to that little woods at Euston Meadow, as I had to see it just one more time before all the leaves fell. I had been meaning to for days, but then we had our first snowfall and I knew the end was nigh. Ever since I have wandered around in my soul trying to somehow capture the words to … Continue reading Walks In The Woods
moments i have captured
when the light was at its height fleeting glances through the leaves of light i saw myself temporary :: wpc Continue reading moments i have captured
by PaulaB 