Saturday, March 11, 2017

"I've learnt the beatitudes of ice
something sacred, something cold, 
demanding respect, a paraphernalia
of horned boots, cowl and padded vest,
for body nicely flexed to winter's mold"

from From Shovel to Self-propelled Blower:
The Immigrant's Progress

by Rienzi Crusz


-15C/5F

Saturday, March 4, 2017


"Reciting. They say candle-vigilant 
woods in high Arizona swirl
twisting upward out of red dust
miles of such emphasis.

Like them, dark on dark on dark."

from Hail Mary
by William Stafford




Giovanni Bellini 1488, Virgin with the Child and Saints.
Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari, Venice

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Bow River



"NOW the little rivers go
Muffled safely under snow,

And the winding meadow streams
Murmur in their wintry dreams,"

from Winter Streams 
by Bliss Carmen


Saturday, February 18, 2017

After a good check up with my doctor, I took my camera 
to Kensington our first neighbourhood in Calgary. 

Through no intent on my part 
a theme emerged.







 This week my wife and I attended a talk at the university by 
author Michael Chabon. I quite enjoyed it and 
will be reading more of his work.



“There's nothing more embarrassing than to have  
earned the disfavor of a perceptive animal.” 


                                                     from Wonder Boys
                                                     by Michael Chabon

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Valentine's Day 2017


Days of Construction Paper and Macaroni

Office bound how often the seasons, years go unremarked.
In the younger grades you decorated the classroom.
Iron autumn leaves between sheets of wax paper and it is fall.
Black cat cutouts, Halloween, an accordion turkey, it is Thanksgiving.

Cut out intricate snowflakes for winter, macaroni trees, it is Christmas.
February and there are Valentines for everyone for once.
Easter eggs, paper tulips, it is spring and change is in the air.
And in the summer you ran thru an endless twilight
until the street lights called you home.

Guy

                                                                        




                                   

Monday, February 6, 2017





''It was one of those Saturday afternoons where the snow 
is coming down gray and mean, and you can't even get a
 decent recorded message on the answering machines 
of strangers."

from review of The Lonely Guy
by Roger Ebert

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Snow
a couple of centimetres Saturday, 
more coming.


"Let us keep melodrama out of this scene,
Eye open to daylight, foot on the firm earth."

from Son-And-Heir
by A.J.M. Smith