Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Monday, June 29, 2015
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Saturday, June 27, 2015
pop-up pop tasting
just outside my friend brianna's studio . . .
at the front door . . .
my friend kris applying labels (which he designed) to bottles of pop syrup . . .
jamie - the owner of sweet daddy fresh sodas . . .
the biz . . .
brianna and wendy exchanging some knowledge . . . just what it was i' don't know but judging by the expressions . . . well i'll leave it to you to determine what might just have transpired . . .
Friday, June 26, 2015
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Monday, June 22, 2015
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
a chance shot
one of my students threw a basketball through the air just as i was taking a shot of the sky . . . the effect to my eyes is otherworldly . . .
Friday, June 19, 2015
Thursday, June 18, 2015
close to the ground . . .
the front and the back of my home . . .
down close to the ground . . .
painted in pale white and pink this evening.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
let your soul stand cool and composed . . .
"and i say to any man or woman,
let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes."
walt whitman
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Monday, June 15, 2015
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Saturday, June 13, 2015
at the zoo!
after much discussion in the classroom about the ethics of zoos - the good and the not-so-very-good about keeping animals in enclosed spaces - we experienced the joy of a journey to toronto to spend time with many pale and beautiful animals who (hopefully) enjoyed sharing their time with we, similarly pale and beautiful animals . . .
Friday, June 12, 2015
enter their dreaming . . .
"if you could enter their dreaming and dream with them deeply,
you would come back different to a different day,
moving so easily from that common depth."
rainer maria rilke
sonnets to orpheus II, 14
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
western skies
“behind all seen things lies something vaster; everything is but a path, a portal or a window
opening on something other than itself. ”
antoine de saint-exupéry wind, sand and stars
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Monday, June 8, 2015
Sunday, June 7, 2015
hills and wires
sometimes there are moments - and this is one - that echo back for me into the most beautiful and cherished recesses of my stevenchild mind . . . amongst the most magical sensorial imprints from my childhood were the bus rides across the pennines from manchester into yorkshire. crossing the moors under leaden or falling skies, staring through fogged-up windows down steep inclines into valleys dotted with sheep (looking like so many dandelion clocks), and the lonely telegraph poles connecting the disconnected facets of civilization. the distant hills so blue grey and magical. all the while i would be eating spangles - a square hard candy. the image seen here was taken on our way back through the ganaraska forest south of peterborough. sometimes the present echoes the past for me so fully i wonder at the fluidity of memory, the actuality of the moment . . . .
Saturday, June 6, 2015
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