Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Spring has sprung?





It’s harder to lose things and easier to find them, 
including yourself, in the light.” 

from Bathing the Lion
by Jonathan Carroll



Thursday, April 13, 2017




"He yearned for the day when the new church

would be built—right across the road. Now
it rises above the moon: saints in frescoes 

meet the eye,"

from The New Church"
by Lucia Cherciu

Monday, April 10, 2017

I mentioned we went to the park with the dogs last week.
Shaun, Nina, and Whateley not only saw the ducks but
they made a new friend.







"If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, 
it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, 
and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence. "

George Eliot


Monday, April 3, 2017


"These Castles, tilting the sky over their towers
Championing the river of hills below,
Have silent halls and courtyards locked with snow,"

ftom The Strongholds
by Robert Finch
in The Strength of the Hills
Indian File: 2

A bit of snow yesterday so Whateley and I took some
 photos in the back yard. Blue sky today.


"his mind, that sea, caught at green
thoughts shadowing a green infinity."


from Marvell's Garden
by Phyllis Webb
in Even Your Right Eye
Indian File: 8

Thanks Margy

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

"The sun argues 
ice to liquid"

from Icicles
by Mark Irwin

We took the dogs to the park today, the city has not yet filled 
 the pond. They wait till late spring to discourage the Canadian 
Geese from nesting. However this pair of Mallards were making 
do with the spring melt water in a low spot. Although they are 
probably our most common duck I love the iridescent heads on 
the males and all the colours you see when they preen.








"I am living deeply now
like the white spider I spy
among the wild roses." 

from These Heady Flowers 
by Elizabeth Kirschner

Sunday, March 26, 2017



"All night, this soft rain from the distant past. 
No wonder I sometimes waken as a child."

from Starlight
by Ted Kooser




"It is the process of writing that urges the writer toward a poem’s 
most natural, most effective form. The decisions are best made en route."


from The Poetry Home Repair Manual
by Ted Kooser

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

Thursday, February 2, 2017

I seem to be having trouble with the font size of text
on the right side of my blog, but only for one quote. 
I am going to leave it for awhile and see if it self corrects.



"Patience is the wideness of the night 
the simple pain of stars 
the muffled explosion of velvet 
it moves itself generally 
through particulars 
accepts the telling of time 
without day's relativity. "


from Patience
by Phyllis Webb


Wednesday, February 1, 2017





"I choose freedom. For even if justice is not realised, 
freedom maintains the power of protest against injustice 
and keeps communication open."

from The Rebel
by Albert Camus

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Thursday, January 26, 2017



"Time and space - time to be alone, space
to move about - these may well become the
great scarcities of tomorrow."

from Autumn Across America, 1956
by Edwin way Teale

Saturday, January 21, 2017


Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. 
I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.

Anais Nin

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Venice was very much a de Chirico moment, one of our favourite 
artists, with it's statues and plazas and vistas glimpsed between
lovely buildings coloured in muted earth tones.


"Art is the fatal net which catches these strange moments 
on the wing like mysterious butterflies, fleeing the innocence 
and distraction of common men."


by Giorgio de Chirico

Monday, January 16, 2017

"With sealed eyes, still bosom,
And folded feet I fare
To that country under dream
Where Eternity and Time
Are two sides of a drum."

from THE TWO SIDES OF A DRUM
BY A.J.M. SMITH (News of the Phoenix) 1943

Last week I received a gift of some beautiful old
Canadian poetry books, many inscribed by the authors, as well
 as a lovely collection of books by and about Dylan Thomas.

What a special and generous gift.


"Now lift your eyes
To see the nightly patterned skies
How did they come there
The Hunter and his Dog, The Virgin and the Bear?"

from Ideas of Order
by Jay MacPherson (Nineteen Poems) June 1952


"There is a mountain  everyone must climb,
Different for all and yet it is the same.
We start to climb before we have a name,
And nick the summit in our nick of time."

from The Mountain
by Robert Finch (The Strength of the Hills) 1948

Sunday, January 8, 2017



"Time is measured in change
whether by the movement of
instruments or in the appearance
of our bodies. We often feel the 
need to escape to places where time 
will not follow. To the solitude of a 
cathedral or an untouched forest
floor. Here, as we contemplate the
scope of human existence, we
cannot forget that even cathedrals
crumble and forests die. The 
computations of astronomers bear
witness to the gradual alteration 
of the constellations as the stars
move across the firmament. The 
works of nature and man disintegrate
and are gone,  and nothing endures
on the vault of the sky of the surface
of the sea. Only the shapes of the
land seem eternal."

from A Vanished World, T
he Dinosaurs of Western Canada

by Dale A. Russell



Saturday, January 7, 2017



"I obtain great satisfaction out of using my intellect. "

Temple Grandin

Friday, January 6, 2017

Beyond The Fields We Know

From my favourite blog, one I have followed many years.

http://www.beyondthefieldsweknow.org/2017/01/the-winter-solstice-came-and-went-and.html

Resolutions this year??? No resolutions scrawled on paper 
or etched in stone, only the same old work in progress 
- trying to be fully present and paying attention, cultivating 
an intimate connection with my native woods and fields, 
getting out of my own way and letting the camera see 
what it will see, just breathing, in and out, in and out.  
In the words of Surya Das, 


"There's nothing to do but remain in the view".





stripped bare,
 in the cold the trees let fall ~

a new beauty.

Guy

Sunday, January 1, 2017

"Within the last few decades, since the complete triumph
of industrialization, the image of our earth's surface has been
entirely altered and rearranged; every city and landscape in
the world has suffered monstrous change and a corresponding
revolution has swept the souls and minds of men.
In the years since the outbreak of the world war this
development has been so rapid that one can without
exaggeration announce the death and destruction 
of that culture in which we older people were educated
as children and which seemed to us at that time eternal
and immutable."

 from Our Age's Yearning for a Philosophy of Life 
1926-1927 by Hermann Hesse


Hermann Hesse, My Belief, Essays on Life and Art


I have dipped into this book hundreds of times, simply to 
read, not necessarily taking much from it, often not 
finishing the essay. So why have I placed this book by my
bed for so many years? In these essays Hesse demonstrates
that there is a life of the mind. That someone read and 
thought about our intellectual history, our spirituality, our 
morality. He mulled over what he has read and heard and 
experienced in an attempt to understand his place in the
world and that of his fellows. And I suspect this is a 
worthwhile pursuit, an subject that everyone would 
be better off reflecting on and working through.

" Over there the pale snow lay in a different fashion
than on my roof, over there the beech forest and the

black pine trees were indescribably beautiful and 
reserved in a way I never saw in my neighborhood;
perhaps God Himself walked over there along the 
slopes, and whoever met Him there could touch Him
and speak to Him and look closely into His eyes."


from At Year's End 1904
              by Hermann Hesse