Aren’t they pretty? I finally got a minute to take a look at my new title! today’s woods came out on Saturday at the Ottawa small press fair. It comes with subscription packages of above/ground.
It is play in the story of the three bears, legends and cultural cartoons of bears versus real information of real bears. For example,
Scenario A, they were called away from the meal on emergency
and to add insult to injury came home to a home invasion.
dad entered first. don’t go by size or slender frame: I’ve seen
large sows that could mistakenly be identified as males
The thing I like from the fair is seeing what’s new, making one of my biggest income days of the year, and how it’s like a reunion; a chance to chat with people, new and familiar. Great to talk to people. For a relative hermit like me, spending most time writing at home, it’s a social extravaganza.
It’s fun to see people go all bug-eyed at the plethora. I offered one little kid a wooden heart and he went to eat it. The dad caught the hand. Kid looked confused. Apparently when adults offer kids things, it’s usually food. Or else there’s an eat impulse.
Some is done. Bird Facts as wonderful on the page. And letterpress pretties.
I was pretty tied to my table by running it myself. Next time I’ll get someone with me again so I can run about more. (I’ll add that to my list of things to prepare for fair. A list helps. Or else I forget key things, like lunch, or a tablecloth, or a float.)
With wearing my CKCU swag. Christian McPherson took my photo:
Also across the way was in/words
and Margaret Virany with her 3rd book:
My table with things I composed, or edited, or published under my press phafours.
Last fair people more often wanted to buy mini chapbooks individually. This time, packaged ones of the fall set or the spring set were the thing. (But then, it only takes a few people to make a pattern from randomness.)
Monty Reid’s Kissing Bug was the most popular by number sold, and by those who came by just to ooh.
As Sean Moreland wisely pointed out, some pay with appreciation and encouragement as the currency. Some pay cash. Both payments cheerfully accepted.
I’ll be at Meet the Presses in Toronto on the 22nd. That’ll be my first time there. A lot of presses I admire. (Shelves, are you ready for this?)
The last two weeks and the next three are pretty hectic then the five weeks after I can make large blocks for sustained projects.
Another post at pesbo soon, likely.
I don’t think I noticed the buds are red when closed before. They looks like a city cousin of Evening Primrose
Do you know about, speaking to Ontarians here, name that wildflower? It is sorted by color pages.
Rain collecting in the serviceberry
There’s as much sense to one thing as to any other. As much as friendship between individuals who happen to be an owl and a cat.
Sun, warm, and rain and the majority of the snowbanks have gone away.
Dogs were promenading in their new haircuts. People on bikes, trikes, longboards, razors, on motorcycles, scooters or in convertibles. Singers were out busking with guitars. People carrying bouquets or sitting on patios inside the new bird song.
down the street…
in the bank’s planter—
more cigarette butts
than tulip buds