twenty four hours (1) friday night to saturday night. . . .

out 'till the wee hours of the morning - twoish - at the red dog tavern to see and listen to and experience the silver hearts who were in fine form . . .

here they are playing "hot time in old town tonight" . . . 

lucky me to be there with the ecstatic dancing soul that is wendy hicks

along with good sweet friends heather, anne watson-russell …

and mike reynolds!

old bricks

i love old walls. they remind me of my childhood home - accessed along an alleyway . . .

a windy blowy day!

a windy blowy day - up above . . .

and down below . . .

the river at dusk . . .

crossing the river april 8th

crossing the river on my bike on my way to her home for dinner at sunset . . .

like transparent vellum . . .

the thinnest film of ice . .  . stretches between two older thicker pieces of ice . . .

finally!

here they come . . . .

a moment in a morning . . .

inside, two of my buddy metallurgical maestor james pronk's dragonflies take flight while outside there's a bit of rain falling . . .

unshackled

i am loath to bring winter back through an untimely sentiment but . . . i think we're moving into spring a little bit . . . . 

through the ice (2)

i love seeing what the ice has hidden for so very long . . .

through the ice . . .

on "yard duty" taking the odd picture of holes in the ice . . . and this little heart sticker from valentine's catches my eye . . .

a little fragility

tree trunk

part of a tree that i have walked past almost every weekday for the last four months . . .  seen here with a spring rain falling on it . . .

sid returns

sid the cat. ruler of the aberdeen avenue universe, returned to active duty early last evening . . . .

melt . . .

as the snow pulls back - wild grasses are revealed . . . 

huge squid trees finally freed from the clutches of the ice go for their first swim of the year . . . 

as the snow pulls back (2)

as the snow pulls back . . . a cascading plant reveals itself  . . . as it passes around a hydro pole . . .

good morning!

the tangled interweaving of memories . . .

when the snow pulls back a little bit . . . memories of last summer and autumn return . . .

ice paintings

one of the motivations for getting up and out on the very cold days like this morning is to see what has become of the puddle out front of my house as it freezes each night. so i get a fresh painting every morning waiting for me just off my front porch!

the old elevator

do you remember a time when getting in an elevator was a pretty magical thing?! chances are the elevator looked a little bit like this lovely old machine at the gladstone hotel in toronto . . . .