22 Apr 2014, 12:35pm

Old Things

Most of what exists is without pedigree. How did it come into one’s possession? From where? What makes a 1935 still exist while so much else passes away?

An old school desk gives me a half-mind to refinish it but where would I put it? Life is full and yet more things fit. Flip-flop-flip.

lichen mitt
A torn work mitt shoved on a picket on a whim how many years ago never left again. But why should it?

I like the cut of its jib, the upright nap of it.

This angle pleases as well.

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.

Our World Tuesday

19 Apr 2014, 10:54am
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Season’s Turn

endangered snow
What prevailed is now rare.

Lifting the ground cover.

Lifting the earth itself.

Already a season is ending.

lilac bush buds
A lilac bush bud of leaf about as exciting as its flower buds will be later.

13 Apr 2014, 6:39pm
Gnomes Photos

Breaking old ground

Irises, yes?

Sun, warm, and rain and the majority of the snowbanks have gone away.

The snow’s vestige.

Kids (of all sizes) were playing hopscotch, skipping rope.

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.

Tulips are breaking old ground.

down the street…

in the bank’s planter—
more cigarette butts
than tulip buds

On the sunny side of the street, tulips gone feral.

Hocus crocus.

buddhas, sign of spring?
Even Buddhas are sprouting.

26 Jan 2014, 12:46pm
Cats Photos

Cool Cat

In a rare mellow moment kicking back on the cushions.

Is that a bird out there?

supervisor role
Back to contented monitoring.

Quote: “Become so wrapped up in something that you forget to be afraid.” – Lady Bird Johnson

6 Dec 2013, 6:45pm
Ottawa Photos

On Walkabout

Cube Gallery's winter window
Cube Gallery has a bit of a surreal scene with a fiery snow hill and meteor both en route and arrived at the house roof. Santa is parachuting in. Just out of shot is that one of the snowmen is carrying a hatchet.

Also seen around town: A man paused to look in the florist window. His dog looked around and saw sticks, bushes and plants and lifted a leg. Man noticed and hastened dog away in time. Well done, dog owners. You’re the hero the florist will never know crossed its threshold.

Did you know on Tuesdays Ottawa’s CKCU has a radio show Welcome to My World radio Show with hosts and guests that are disabled? (That’s a video story on it.) It’s podcasts are here.

Did I mention here the couple who fell in love over chocolate, then created Cylie Chocolatier on Dalhousie. Great story of them at CBC.

I updated the CKCU links to LitLand shows here including the animated interview with Marco Fraticelli.

Quote: “Writing is thinking. To write well is to think clearly. That’s why it’s so hard.” ― David McCullough

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