Thursday, November 30, 2017

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Monday, November 27, 2017

the ice arc

time beside the shore on my way home . . .

Sunday, November 26, 2017

caught in opposing currents

i sat beside the river for a while, 
watching these leaves travelling up and down the current of an eddy....

"a lifetime isn’t long enough for the beauty of this world
and the responsibilities of your life."
mary oliver

Saturday, November 25, 2017

soft promises

this morning i stopped for time with this little plant 
bursting with soft promises
. . .

Friday, November 24, 2017

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Wednesday, November 22, 2017


i saw her and i thought on twyla tharp . . .

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Monday, November 20, 2017

the wiz

riding in this morning through a small cold rain and stopping for quality time with "the wiz", a local character whose real name i heard once but who to me has always been "the wiz." we talked about fave tangerine dream discs (nothing after nineteen-eighty), how to make a bad bike good, and how we're dealing with learning that we're growing old because our bodies are telling us so.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

the small feather

this moment ... this morning . . . down close to the ground and i was looking at the sugary crystal frost outlining the little and the large leaves and then ... soft as sweetness, this small feather filled my eyes and the sun was so strong that it held its downy end and flared it into a blinding white obscurity, but nevertheless, there was this simple assemblage ready-made and lying right there . . .

Saturday, November 18, 2017

first ice

Friday, November 17, 2017

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

this little tiny plant

this tiny little plant is growing tight to the railway tracks just near the train-bridge across the river . . . i ride by it each day .... 
this time it held my attention .... 
i got off my bike and to my knees beside it's complexity. 
you could cup its entirety in the palms of your hands . . . 
here 'tis,
at once so fragile and then also, 
so strong....

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Monday, November 13, 2017

Sunday, November 12, 2017

his personal jungle

the cats are beyond overjoyed as i have brought all the porch plants indoors.
here's mister moksha cat enjoying his own personal jungle . . . .

Saturday, November 11, 2017

the gingko tree

overnight this gingko tree dropped all of her leaves.
i'm told that this is what they do - all at once!

Friday, November 10, 2017

spilled ink shadows

yesterday afternoon.
watching the spilled ink shadows of bare branches twisting and arcing across the river's skin ....

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

he really doesn't care . . .

i'm trying to write report cards . . . .

Monday, November 6, 2017

on our front lawn

summer's goodness held in the fading gold of the hosta leaves . . .

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Saturday, November 4, 2017

friday morning

riding in to school ....

Friday, November 3, 2017

Thursday, November 2, 2017

across the river

looking across the river.
it's so like looking into the future.
the fingers of what's there are palpable. 
soft. suggesting form rather than describing it . . .

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

The day after Hallowe'en

The people I "work" with . . .

cupcakes for my Grade 2/3 class . .  .

My daughter's pumpkin . . . 

My pumpkin . . .