I’ve stopped thinking of you with fond appreciation
You’re a dragon with no fire
I don’t have time for
Less than stone
Sending my hope
Up with the birds
This quiet street
That empty seat
A minnow in a pond of loons
We hope for love but quit too soon
Burning my eternity of Scarlett letters
They drift into the night sky
plumes of goodbyes.
The crows converse behind my house
beating their wings against the orange sky
a puff of breath
a trestle of twigs
they tell the truth
in humor, they sing.
My birthday. It’s tomorrow.
So what can I say? As a writer and photographer I was deeply saddened by the events in France this week – and at the same time – tremendously proud to see the gathering for peace that followed. The pen is mightier than the sword.
Here’s a few images from the past week.
-39C walking Grace
Smoked Atlantic salmon and linguini alfredo
This is what -49C looks like
Pretty girl in her reflective vest
Random fireworks on my drive down town
Grace playing while I shovelled snow
Repurposing old cans and jars for craft supply storage
Sorry Grace, still not getting in my bed
The decorating of my 29th birthday cake