tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11375536685552030012024-03-13T09:06:11.346-06:00that's just the wild woodnature poetryGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.comBlogger971125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-58783057032279967492024-01-18T11:50:00.001-07:002024-01-18T12:00:04.390-07:00Snow and home again. <br /><br /><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOrJvPwBiGOeJAPltuyUJPHPDCfzeIHcOnUL3SR-XHm6LGE_r2SqRh_VyJUtKDiUbgEbQUXJliiMWshsNnoqWJf4H_1ojWb-jsEhXqq3RimX9vaMmLtsAFMylV6SuU5n0l6tfFoXKN4j6owqIF10x_xHb5W9kSrAx8qcQo4XqMi2NLtz3KN8wn48WwNA/s4181/488DB94B-FB02-49BD-B2CB-C8730CE3BE41_1_201_a.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2636" data-original-width="4181" height="405" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOrJvPwBiGOeJAPltuyUJPHPDCfzeIHcOnUL3SR-XHm6LGE_r2SqRh_VyJUtKDiUbgEbQUXJliiMWshsNnoqWJf4H_1ojWb-jsEhXqq3RimX9vaMmLtsAFMylV6SuU5n0l6tfFoXKN4j6owqIF10x_xHb5W9kSrAx8qcQo4XqMi2NLtz3KN8wn48WwNA/w640-h405/488DB94B-FB02-49BD-B2CB-C8730CE3BE41_1_201_a.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>"No wiser now <br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);" />Than the spellbound child<br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);" />who first beheld beguiled, <br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);" />Long seventy years ago<br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);" />Enchanted snow."<br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);" /><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);" /> Enchanted Snow <br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);" /> Melville Cane</i></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div></span><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i>After mentioning that there was little snow, it snowed on Jan. 5th, the day before we were heading back to Calgary. <br /><br /></i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2450" data-original-width="3676" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwkpIJfMqottkHvXuPfd9ULensJ6P9jKZTOXwTop-L7y31MfT0ITEDsJfaR0DYCFaVdyracRXdBkmmFFVozSJEzsGwXqX0Bx9QdeRVzEI-Gu6OICfnFXrCGtpynDnD3jqBD4XO68kT30OrmcvwbKinesyrb8js8ucdi5R0YHXK1WMvnW34hsO32GZEnU/w400-h266/60DE7AC8-D7ED-40B6-8257-59E051C8F598_1_201_a.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: start;">Then winter arrived with a vengeance. I sent this email to my family on Jan. 12th.<br /></i></div><br /></span><div><i style="caret-color: rgb(142, 124, 195); color: #8e7cc3; font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"We are okay. We had to go out for a minor medical errand this afternoon. The temp registered outside the cab, we made no attempt to start the car, was -35. That was not the wind chill. I did do a bit on the walk this morning and I said to Helen it was about as cold as I could ever remember. Nina and Whateley are only out for a minute or so but sometimes Nina limps in and has to be carried up the steps from the landing."<br /><br /><br />But it is supposed to warm up on the weekend.</span></i></div>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-50794762773641980302024-01-03T12:50:00.000-07:002024-01-03T12:50:28.378-07:00It has been a long time since we had a cow day.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFBSXxawKMsW9mEJzY3RRbpt9px1j5y6qP1USCqtO7gOve4gcRPkQa1eFy-llQSYIesHp2nLsjz9Y8khR64PVrhF0qxpD6EV2XVcA-NUmx78mEQvTAyiRj7YXjItvvqN-igtY30KvdH_vAKZNYdvc1sk0Wyq2sVNHACXXZjQEaMzE3TciLdyiW2jVh0k/s4272/2162ACEA-856F-4096-A8F3-6B8D8DCF6565_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2848" data-original-width="4272" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFBSXxawKMsW9mEJzY3RRbpt9px1j5y6qP1USCqtO7gOve4gcRPkQa1eFy-llQSYIesHp2nLsjz9Y8khR64PVrhF0qxpD6EV2XVcA-NUmx78mEQvTAyiRj7YXjItvvqN-igtY30KvdH_vAKZNYdvc1sk0Wyq2sVNHACXXZjQEaMzE3TciLdyiW2jVh0k/w640-h426/2162ACEA-856F-4096-A8F3-6B8D8DCF6565_1_201_a.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;"><i>I believe this unusually coloured cow is referred to as Mousey, but I find it is best not to get attached. </i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfISJkt3QuXkBisvJ9nlBLlyqVph6WNEZqb6ZP1hLAQinB7soUzgP95sQb8NXKvE3xiuazaS0ips-FiW38nKd1MfnzZgZdLraUQD6sV-is4gojiv5d_pa5KfiOt_bKQSIY0FcLpm506ZFdNX1A3X_XXOyUnxZAy2VVF6CkZmehy8P6TYzdu47BTNRBzx8/s4272/5D9D49EA-3B73-4C96-B2D6-B2777920EF75_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2848" data-original-width="4272" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfISJkt3QuXkBisvJ9nlBLlyqVph6WNEZqb6ZP1hLAQinB7soUzgP95sQb8NXKvE3xiuazaS0ips-FiW38nKd1MfnzZgZdLraUQD6sV-is4gojiv5d_pa5KfiOt_bKQSIY0FcLpm506ZFdNX1A3X_XXOyUnxZAy2VVF6CkZmehy8P6TYzdu47BTNRBzx8/w640-h426/5D9D49EA-3B73-4C96-B2D6-B2777920EF75_1_201_a.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;">Golden</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;">Golden lay light upon the sill</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;">after lunch, after school.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;">Day lingers slowly, a patch of light,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;">time pursues day retreats</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;">but the moving trail is still new</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;">and I wonder at the golden pool.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;">The window still speaks of sun</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;">after night after years, decades of time</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;">I see that golden time, still.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;">Guy</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: helvetica;">One of my older poems.</span></i></div><br /><p><br /></p>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-47270192195436273612024-01-02T09:16:00.001-07:002024-01-02T09:16:40.799-07:00We are getting a few flakes at present, these photos show how much snow we had last January.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;">"White are the far-off plains, and white</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;" /><span style="font-size: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;">The fading forests grow;</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;" /><span style="font-size: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;">The wind dies out along the height,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;" /><span style="font-size: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;">And denser still the snow,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;" /><span style="font-size: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;">A gathering weight on roof and tree,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;" /><span style="font-size: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;">Falls down scarce audibly."</span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><i><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><i><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: helvetica;">from Snow, by Archibald Lampman</span></i></span></div><br />Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-7082489265828465852024-01-01T08:56:00.001-07:002024-01-01T18:12:52.726-07:00Last night we had a lovely supper and visit with family<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_wzEHdOw8R7b4Me4DsrNplG5G9s1Mk2lTduiCE7Wa_OwymF79aMDTgNkandDzYBJp1kW_wRgjm-0ZigObMKbGkbf9dIC3dX6GMD3JCzVTwOr0mpKS2PD8YmIhjWqH4kNDZxBF9F2cfsIfaivSaOTCV_S2ntGpcCKWU4x4a6Wbq7fcfoNdxg0wYAGvu0/s4272/EBD562F2-013F-44D6-A69F-5AB98CAA13E9_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2848" data-original-width="4272" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_wzEHdOw8R7b4Me4DsrNplG5G9s1Mk2lTduiCE7Wa_OwymF79aMDTgNkandDzYBJp1kW_wRgjm-0ZigObMKbGkbf9dIC3dX6GMD3JCzVTwOr0mpKS2PD8YmIhjWqH4kNDZxBF9F2cfsIfaivSaOTCV_S2ntGpcCKWU4x4a6Wbq7fcfoNdxg0wYAGvu0/w640-h426/EBD562F2-013F-44D6-A69F-5AB98CAA13E9_1_201_a.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: helvetica;">“Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.</span></i></span></div><i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><div style="text-align: center;">Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><div style="text-align: center;">like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><div style="text-align: center;">some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><div style="text-align: center;">snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><div style="text-align: center;">back into the little system of his care.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><div style="text-align: center;">All night, the cities, like shimmering novas,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><div style="text-align: center;">tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his.”</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="authorOrTitle" style="font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-decoration-thickness: initial;">Ted Kooser, </span><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-thickness: initial;"></span><span id="quote_book_link_239234" style="font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-thickness: initial;"><a class="authorOrTitle" href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1086528" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Flying At Night: Poems 1965-1985</a></span></div></span></span></i><p></p>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-62986795319020974322023-12-31T08:59:00.002-07:002023-12-31T09:00:59.311-07:00After all, time is not money. It is an opportunity to live before you die. Donald Culross Peattie<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9b2ydDKwy4LDKd7J41OeY7n81lYuItXEN9UF-HJk2JShWIsBkdIWVZwPfkCWbbZwAVUFZA9nr1ywe24-JYy3w3VWKP7VM3d4I1win5wjJn1ps_AXqVc98Sthl8SiumEPA0UmfruNJd7y3UwurHFS1MbjuyIg79byNxs0OpAm_33fjpBp7g-vF8W1Pais/s4272/976A2F30-B1E8-4AEC-A862-088583B3EC40_1_201_a.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2848" data-original-width="4272" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9b2ydDKwy4LDKd7J41OeY7n81lYuItXEN9UF-HJk2JShWIsBkdIWVZwPfkCWbbZwAVUFZA9nr1ywe24-JYy3w3VWKP7VM3d4I1win5wjJn1ps_AXqVc98Sthl8SiumEPA0UmfruNJd7y3UwurHFS1MbjuyIg79byNxs0OpAm_33fjpBp7g-vF8W1Pais/w640-h426/976A2F30-B1E8-4AEC-A862-088583B3EC40_1_201_a.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: helvetica;"><i><div><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: helvetica;"><i><br /></i></span></div>On the nine hour drive from Calgary to Central Saskatchewan on Dec. 29th we saw almost no snow. The fields were mostly bare the entire way. Given that we had watering restrictions right up to Nov. in Calgary and only two small snowfalls in Calgary from mid Oct to Christmas it has been an incredibly dry fall and winter. The bit snow at the farm is way below average and the temperatures unseasonably warm. <br /></i></span><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaUuvri8E0yQkrORysWZbl1SuQjLTbUrZ2Mo3xQjqyf4l3-mmG1D-6M1i8IP3H-_OvwOt8XXkP6hHWGb05KI1zYVNXwkQ3eaXXW_asZQfWREigjQj9mf3jznRV4oi3lkxN_ripDZfJ1VufVcrdRmpfBz64NxnDCPgo4-EsredrFVFpM1xsFU4Bqziqyu8/s2140/3424F43A-9E2D-4E09-A7A2-8A4E71FAEBD2_1_201_a.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1562" data-original-width="2140" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaUuvri8E0yQkrORysWZbl1SuQjLTbUrZ2Mo3xQjqyf4l3-mmG1D-6M1i8IP3H-_OvwOt8XXkP6hHWGb05KI1zYVNXwkQ3eaXXW_asZQfWREigjQj9mf3jznRV4oi3lkxN_ripDZfJ1VufVcrdRmpfBz64NxnDCPgo4-EsredrFVFpM1xsFU4Bqziqyu8/w400-h293/3424F43A-9E2D-4E09-A7A2-8A4E71FAEBD2_1_201_a.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: helvetica;">The pages above are from <u>A Book Of Hours</u> by Donald Culross Peattie, </span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: helvetica;">Decorations by Land Ward, 1937. </span></i><i><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: helvetica;">The book was a Christmas gift from my brother. </span></i></p>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-61883158564882858962023-12-30T17:04:00.000-07:002023-12-30T17:04:26.720-07:00At the farm Christmas 2023<div class="separator"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sbVOf3SqfcmMTsFtTbpeJMGZgmlZJOzbvKIxs97sa5RT139dY10VUqdMRZVqRG1dsGkltYsQexBCR2Yi1LtihXh2FLD98X_twOaVH305YkHdTjdt7XV8qG5wKmydyQalARjvdtA8yAhJiHrMT0SkqhnnMQxVAfaItj4DimAussvQAAxtwRQithxcrtI/s4272/C0AB9A52-AB27-4BD8-B7F2-379CC4DBB093_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4272" data-original-width="2848" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sbVOf3SqfcmMTsFtTbpeJMGZgmlZJOzbvKIxs97sa5RT139dY10VUqdMRZVqRG1dsGkltYsQexBCR2Yi1LtihXh2FLD98X_twOaVH305YkHdTjdt7XV8qG5wKmydyQalARjvdtA8yAhJiHrMT0SkqhnnMQxVAfaItj4DimAussvQAAxtwRQithxcrtI/w426-h640/C0AB9A52-AB27-4BD8-B7F2-379CC4DBB093_1_201_a.jpeg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: helvetica;">"</span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: helvetica;">When the great wind comes</span></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: helvetica;">and the robberies of the rain</span></i></div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: helvetica;"><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica;">you stand on the corner shivering.</span></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The people who go by—</span></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica;">you wonder at their calm.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center;">They miss the whisper that runs</div></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center;">any day in your mind,</div></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center;">“Who are you really, wanderer?”—</div></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center;">and the answer you have to give</div></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center;">no matter how dark and cold</div></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center;">the world around you is:</div></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center;">“Maybe I’m a king.”"</div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: helvetica;">from A Story That Could Be True</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: helvetica;">by William Stafford</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://poetry.princeton.edu/2010/01/05/a-story-that-could-be-true/">https://poetry.princeton.edu/2010/01/05/a-story-that-could-be-true/</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-85508472468382832032023-12-26T11:48:00.001-07:002023-12-26T11:48:06.737-07:00Willow Two passed Nov. 20<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopSYrPLNPwuwb6R-7yqGu8hHTmju9GVKlWlIP02Q_a7JZEyma36LGBwcsrl4ZKfIiBoih8gCVzdvs7MUvOdSuRn3OQA2UgxIL2eNfFzrDSePk_S-srx_BpTZdXSGi4lBq0r4_d4XZqxURLUHNAxyMXXP80Edxe5cZPZPCkUEofxzLQ3JzFAvz4ew0b-E/s4000/42BA1F61-CC04-429A-959F-9939C003D3FB_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3007" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopSYrPLNPwuwb6R-7yqGu8hHTmju9GVKlWlIP02Q_a7JZEyma36LGBwcsrl4ZKfIiBoih8gCVzdvs7MUvOdSuRn3OQA2UgxIL2eNfFzrDSePk_S-srx_BpTZdXSGi4lBq0r4_d4XZqxURLUHNAxyMXXP80Edxe5cZPZPCkUEofxzLQ3JzFAvz4ew0b-E/w482-h640/42BA1F61-CC04-429A-959F-9939C003D3FB_1_201_a.jpeg" width="482" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: helvetica;">We lost the farm dog Willow Two in Nov. Although unrelated, she looked</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: helvetica;">a lot like the original Willow shown in the blog banner. She was the sweetest </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: helvetica;">of dogs and beloved by the whole family. She has a friend to foxes and a</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: helvetica;">terror to snakes. She liked to excavate a hole at the bottom of the side </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: helvetica;">steps to use for naps. And she loved snacks.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: helvetica;">She was a good dog.</span></i></div><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: helvetica;"><i>"Because of the dog's joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: helvetica;"><i> It is not the least reason why we should honor as love the dog of our own life, </i></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: helvetica;"><i>and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: helvetica;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: helvetica;"><i>Mary Oliver</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: helvetica;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: helvetica;"><i>I am having trouble with my external drive and was limited</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: helvetica;"><i> in the number of photos I can access.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/mary_oliver_755651"><span style="color: #bf9000;"><br /></span></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-53129763506742648502023-10-03T09:35:00.002-06:002023-10-03T09:35:44.759-06:00Musings and nostalgia<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmsUVUieTo4Rb3lCuHaDhIdPQggigeI5qKJc5SwTdFktQukqakUJv02jb4L25BODTSrY_nqqHKFHRvlvudVeuJgnsCBNgCcu3t7put-EzVvDmtwkoorqHSjkTMDD8La8gbneiYWDS9cPpJGKapo9Aw0TVlXF6jsSM_WI8XKNOqWorUFWkHqVtiG3wTqw/s3158/EA543585-08B8-43C0-915D-EA6548D24AD6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2218" data-original-width="3158" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmsUVUieTo4Rb3lCuHaDhIdPQggigeI5qKJc5SwTdFktQukqakUJv02jb4L25BODTSrY_nqqHKFHRvlvudVeuJgnsCBNgCcu3t7put-EzVvDmtwkoorqHSjkTMDD8La8gbneiYWDS9cPpJGKapo9Aw0TVlXF6jsSM_WI8XKNOqWorUFWkHqVtiG3wTqw/w640-h450/EA543585-08B8-43C0-915D-EA6548D24AD6.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="ujudUb" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin-bottom: 12px; orphans: 2; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">"So you speak to me of sadness</span></i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">And the coming of the winter</span></i></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Fear that is within you now</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">It seems to never end</span></i></div></span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin-bottom: 12px; orphans: 2; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">And the dreams that have escaped you</span></i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">And the hope that you've forgotten</span></i></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">You tell me that you need me now</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">You want to be my friend</span></i></div></span></i></div><div class="ujudUb" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin-bottom: 12px; orphans: 2; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">And you wonder where we're going</span></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Where's the rhyme and where's the reason</span></i></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">And it's you cannot accept</span></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">It is here we must begin</span></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">To seek the wisdom of the children</span></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">And the graceful way of flowers in the wind"</span></i></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="ujudUb" style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin-bottom: 12px; text-align: center; text-decoration-thickness: initial;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-decoration-thickness: initial;"><i>Rhymes and Reasons </i></span></div><div class="ujudUb" style="font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin-bottom: 12px; text-align: center; text-decoration-thickness: initial;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-decoration-thickness: initial;"><i>John Denver</i></span></div></div></span></div>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-65183989185980595802023-08-22T09:03:00.000-06:002023-08-22T09:03:08.720-06:00 I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,<p><br /></p><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline; widows: 2;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5V-9WJxUao9pfrLT84d1LdIJZA9yUNJgdt1rmrKHlWF0SQ0A6g91eB61opqmF-Cf2goFATY8r_vp0yT3l_bqEmMkscT53j8cQssfCAad-DAZd5qg_Y2b74kmKXEqrGUddiBnWnW6tejXnAiRdVNOWTq1Iqrj64K3snqnaZVMm3TOTDo5JAfovbCKG19A/s1792/91C32B06-9A96-4E6A-B771-6C69CC64A8EA_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1792" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5V-9WJxUao9pfrLT84d1LdIJZA9yUNJgdt1rmrKHlWF0SQ0A6g91eB61opqmF-Cf2goFATY8r_vp0yT3l_bqEmMkscT53j8cQssfCAad-DAZd5qg_Y2b74kmKXEqrGUddiBnWnW6tejXnAiRdVNOWTq1Iqrj64K3snqnaZVMm3TOTDo5JAfovbCKG19A/w640-h322/91C32B06-9A96-4E6A-B771-6C69CC64A8EA_1_201_a.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline; widows: 2;"><i><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline; widows: 2;"><i><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: helvetica;">And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;<br /></span></i></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline; widows: 2;"><i><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: helvetica;">Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,<br /></span></i></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline; widows: 2;"><i><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: helvetica;">And live alone in the bee-loud glade.</span></i></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline; widows: 2;"><i><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline; widows: 2;"><div class="c-feature-hd" style="border: 0px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin: 0px 0px 4px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><h1 class="c-hdgSans c-hdgSans_2 c-mix-hdgSans_inline" style="border: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.231; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: small;">The Lake Isle of Innisfree</span></i></h1></div><div class="c-feature-sub c-feature-sub_vast" style="border: 0px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; margin: 0px 0px 33px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-size: 22px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="c-txt c-txt_attribution" style="border: 0px; display: inline-block; font-size: 0.875rem; letter-spacing: 1.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div></div></div>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-88603167599662562362023-08-10T09:56:00.004-06:002023-08-10T10:21:32.179-06:00Jaime Royal "Robbie" Robertson[1] OC (July 5, 1943 – August 9, 2023) Sixto Diaz Rodriguez (July 10, 1942 – August 8, 2023) I felt these.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5nzQVCLq2R_lOhauZSMG2fmwupqrOQIvIJF9BLWDLvbcPdpGIdPOBCpiapxcrkxKQuJL3-FFEhLEn4W3JbWtnZo6gClNS0cVVa6EVX_ZkyADbNZ25ssobSNtixitPkJFc3Y0fss_E5FWJc3z-G_2YSUqFGNqpt3hXUt_jtBoYcIRIxdeFozprXCEzpdw/s2874/D4E85562-A835-4058-90AE-8E2678661C6F_1_201_a.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2029" data-original-width="2874" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5nzQVCLq2R_lOhauZSMG2fmwupqrOQIvIJF9BLWDLvbcPdpGIdPOBCpiapxcrkxKQuJL3-FFEhLEn4W3JbWtnZo6gClNS0cVVa6EVX_ZkyADbNZ25ssobSNtixitPkJFc3Y0fss_E5FWJc3z-G_2YSUqFGNqpt3hXUt_jtBoYcIRIxdeFozprXCEzpdw/w640-h452/D4E85562-A835-4058-90AE-8E2678661C6F_1_201_a.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Last night in bed while listening to their music I read these words. RIP fellows.</span></i></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: helvetica;"><b>"Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:</b></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: helvetica;"><b>I'm a martyr to a motion not my own:</b></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: helvetica;"><b>what's freedom for? To know eternity.</b></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: helvetica;"><b><br /></b></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: helvetica;"><b>from I Knew a Woman</b></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: helvetica;"><b>Theodore Roethke</b></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: helvetica;"><b><br /></b></span></i></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.theguardian.com/music/2023/aug/10/robbie-robertson-obituary">https://www.theguardian.com/music/2023/aug/10/robbie-robertson-obituary</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.theguardian.com/music/2023/aug/10/rodriguez-obituary">https://www.theguardian.com/music/2023/aug/10/rodriguez-obituary</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></div><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-50145276263154675282023-02-17T16:40:00.002-07:002023-02-17T16:40:34.561-07:00Howler Monkey Belize Trip Nov./Dec. 2022<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4d-msLSWcdrs5KPmLz23oqPD_PNrt8PrU9xdL7hVwqcf4pswQ_S3i4fvUWoU5VfvBKg6HfI-B1E0ruyo9ijsyTf2GxQzfA9XICE9sVc_2r6_60YEYr13PdrzXk98rvfNwi0WzP9WUaLVoKf9052r4EqpIHjnwfjaEnApPpKP4qkloSac4pDb9d0SQ/s4579/CDDFF06A-C533-48A5-8A88-80D279B82DCC_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3598" data-original-width="4579" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4d-msLSWcdrs5KPmLz23oqPD_PNrt8PrU9xdL7hVwqcf4pswQ_S3i4fvUWoU5VfvBKg6HfI-B1E0ruyo9ijsyTf2GxQzfA9XICE9sVc_2r6_60YEYr13PdrzXk98rvfNwi0WzP9WUaLVoKf9052r4EqpIHjnwfjaEnApPpKP4qkloSac4pDb9d0SQ/w400-h314/CDDFF06A-C533-48A5-8A88-80D279B82DCC_1_201_a.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; hyphens: auto; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: start; vertical-align: baseline; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: helvetica;">"Then the Earth grew old, its landscapes mellowing and showing signs of age, its ways becoming whimsical and strange in the manner of a man in his last years..." </span></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; hyphens: auto; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: start; vertical-align: baseline; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: helvetica;">The High History of the Runestaff</span></em></p>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-67087758713478778182022-11-20T19:54:00.001-07:002022-11-20T21:03:33.836-07:00Ivan Kenneth Eyre (15 April 1935 – 5 November 2022)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRh39yA9aKzq9TZCmV-pQN8aPofV-OHaEHPCKAXFYtY9AUX5lk7HKkRJKyUAi9S_4ooxEC710Hwzz_OMg_V5lN7pWlxWpMmBqMKzp1-FyvAtfXuE0mhPgTdyP37fO4WH8F4bA3i696awX1kBjMRjc1YMfH3NTIn3O8Zdt0NmalHLzZEzshIpUrQjF0/s2913/FE63E88E-C11C-442A-A237-DB963EFC8E4C_1_201_a.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2913" data-original-width="1784" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRh39yA9aKzq9TZCmV-pQN8aPofV-OHaEHPCKAXFYtY9AUX5lk7HKkRJKyUAi9S_4ooxEC710Hwzz_OMg_V5lN7pWlxWpMmBqMKzp1-FyvAtfXuE0mhPgTdyP37fO4WH8F4bA3i696awX1kBjMRjc1YMfH3NTIn3O8Zdt0NmalHLzZEzshIpUrQjF0/w392-h640/FE63E88E-C11C-442A-A237-DB963EFC8E4C_1_201_a.jpeg" width="392" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">I finished school and moved to Calgary to join Helen in the summer of 1988. We were both at the U of C that summer just in time to see</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"> </span><u style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Personal Mythologies/Images of the Milieu</u><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">a solo show by the Canadian artist Ivan Eyre at The Nickle Gallery. One day a week admission was free (we had little money) and I was there every lunch hour. Later the library I worked in in Calgary held Eyre's large painting Floodwood, a strange merger of still life and landscape typical of the artist. Another library and I shared my office with a print of his landscape</span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"> </span><u style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Red Hill</u><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">. Since my first viewing of his work Eyre has not just shared my personal space through his works but also my imaginative space through his oft repeated images of wheeled horse, giants shapes in the sky and hornblowers. I have collected show catalogues, books and a few works. He has influenced how I view the cityscapes and the landscapes of the prairies in which I have spent most of my life. As Helen once said after seeing his cityscapes one learns to look up at the tops of the tall buildings to catch a glimpse of the Eyre hornblowers silhouetted against the prairie sky.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Obituary</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.dignitymemorial.com/obituaries/winnipeg-mb/ivan-eyre-11003438">https://www.dignitymemorial.com/obituaries/winnipeg-mb/ivan-eyre-11003438</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Wikipedia entry.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivan_Eyre">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivan_Eyre</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">A lovely youtube clip of Eyre in his studio.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4URm0196QjM">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4URm0196QjM</a></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: #333333; font-size: 1.1em; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a class="title" data-author="Ivan Eyre" href="https://www.azquotes.com/quote/710572" id="title_quote_link_710572" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #333333; display: inline-block; font-size: 1.1em; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 1em 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">When I look at a painting it isn't only the painting I see but the thing that I am. If there is more in the painting that I am, then I won't see it.</span></a></p><div class="author" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline: 0px; padding: 18px 0px 26px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Ivan Eyre</span></div><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Thank you Ivan.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-aTVmQx4SKLVI1ifJPX7SrDjs9GONOVsm1yRnaGJEKgTKfuMNqxNXXXI53YTv4AHhqNoqjn39hTf1l_ISvaC2NlP9KZXnBv7JJ9vxzfni9yPPbUcXMUTfhHJQ9TjBfvF9k2CR7G7Zdvw7oNoEOFO4XhxPnScEGCTZsIFdvoUJgVTWC9XTYSE3KEU4Q/s3656/0178051E-611E-429D-88BC-53DCCA025AE3_1_201_a.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3656" data-original-width="3567" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-aTVmQx4SKLVI1ifJPX7SrDjs9GONOVsm1yRnaGJEKgTKfuMNqxNXXXI53YTv4AHhqNoqjn39hTf1l_ISvaC2NlP9KZXnBv7JJ9vxzfni9yPPbUcXMUTfhHJQ9TjBfvF9k2CR7G7Zdvw7oNoEOFO4XhxPnScEGCTZsIFdvoUJgVTWC9XTYSE3KEU4Q/w624-h640/0178051E-611E-429D-88BC-53DCCA025AE3_1_201_a.jpeg" width="624" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-71534906788701035302022-10-30T11:40:00.001-06:002022-10-30T11:40:26.013-06:00I'm back<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmEyMjnTrbFLhjZOoN8FvfYKxRXbHeMehfjkyaKvroSHKRfSdnF5NpjWdQa9yODZekflKi2MysPVUbf3rpw6oYXZd3SaETl-FlVr1bmE23a5oU6u0yCdycZcbZIhcgFz9j1x1pVGDawcgAKufQ8FaAj_Uh0znkmYXBsthBQZGlQ_hZm32t_GanrH0/s3060/F1020B1A-CA3C-4496-BA44-03C0A2AF15AA_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2850" data-original-width="3060" height="596" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmEyMjnTrbFLhjZOoN8FvfYKxRXbHeMehfjkyaKvroSHKRfSdnF5NpjWdQa9yODZekflKi2MysPVUbf3rpw6oYXZd3SaETl-FlVr1bmE23a5oU6u0yCdycZcbZIhcgFz9j1x1pVGDawcgAKufQ8FaAj_Uh0znkmYXBsthBQZGlQ_hZm32t_GanrH0/w640-h596/F1020B1A-CA3C-4496-BA44-03C0A2AF15AA_1_201_a.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">"</span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><span style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">still</span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>is sitting<br /></span></i><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;<br /></span></i><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"> And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,<br /></span></i><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"> And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;<br /></span></i><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;">And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor<br /></span></i><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"> Shall be lifted—nevermore!"</span></i><span style="color: #351c75;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></i></span><span style="color: #351c75;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica;">T</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">he Raven, Poe</span></i></span></div></div></div>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-40710448923165284112022-05-09T07:18:00.002-06:002022-05-09T07:18:50.926-06:00Spring back/Winter Wonderland<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKm7g7yd45h7fyzgs4yrMay385ECpJONulQPQyxuDZ2GGc0HMeS7PsXAweUDzFnpd8TsSruIuV3QPQA1fly-TEtoAUnSJ9MgvjISbGrirhGQXuWQNWxpwan0D7lDTqO4FS12byVq45tmMMSq6zZ-IYGCvKNXg9ier8-_SmJOy72mLgIftXfuTiig0/s3378/F8BFE58B-91F5-4A21-991B-1803AA691595_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2647" data-original-width="3378" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKm7g7yd45h7fyzgs4yrMay385ECpJONulQPQyxuDZ2GGc0HMeS7PsXAweUDzFnpd8TsSruIuV3QPQA1fly-TEtoAUnSJ9MgvjISbGrirhGQXuWQNWxpwan0D7lDTqO4FS12byVq45tmMMSq6zZ-IYGCvKNXg9ier8-_SmJOy72mLgIftXfuTiig0/w400-h314/F8BFE58B-91F5-4A21-991B-1803AA691595_1_201_a.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div style="border: 0px; caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; text-size-adjust: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; text-indent: -1em;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span> <span style="color: #990000;">"<i>Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, </i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="border: 0px; caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; text-size-adjust: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: arial; text-indent: -1em;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; text-indent: -1em;">its white flag waving over everything,</span></span></i></div><div style="border: 0px; caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; text-size-adjust: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"> the landscape vanished,<br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; text-size-adjust: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"> not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness, <br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; text-size-adjust: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"> and beyond these windows"</span></div><div style="border: 0px; caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; text-size-adjust: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="border: 0px; caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; text-size-adjust: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"> from Snow Day</span></div><div style="border: 0px; caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em; text-size-adjust: auto; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: arial; text-indent: -1em;"> by Billy Collins</span><span style="font-family: arial; text-indent: -1em;"> </span></span></i></div></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhES12TJxqhwGhrmozVG2ZTKwSKlixfIYuYJWbYkPb1prinptsqLGpct1rLHYHk78Ml05QllB3qCpciww72bDf6tkFqHM7krSI06tu4ukGYomlAG51FP-cu_mN7hrO4t7w31B-jBaqVDuZyPgz8LN5-BTIZBh4r-L1pDbJ5rZ9NOdzH3p6sp-lyN4l1/s6000/8A8C1FCC-93FC-4E8D-BA90-120207F001DD_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhES12TJxqhwGhrmozVG2ZTKwSKlixfIYuYJWbYkPb1prinptsqLGpct1rLHYHk78Ml05QllB3qCpciww72bDf6tkFqHM7krSI06tu4ukGYomlAG51FP-cu_mN7hrO4t7w31B-jBaqVDuZyPgz8LN5-BTIZBh4r-L1pDbJ5rZ9NOdzH3p6sp-lyN4l1/w400-h266/8A8C1FCC-93FC-4E8D-BA90-120207F001DD_1_201_a.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #660000;"><b>And let's remember.</b></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQHR1O-fT-H13Iq75480RPCnuvNx7es0AQbKWv-1UFLixTWWsB1IPKWM6leY0z67QKc22u5GnTOblpP3N-xZK2_H12FZIGtegRELUtzzMoULUp9XRsF8ziWm2pj-1uqKLixwAM-CX6Z-SpZCgk66n90R8Oay39a4bd9JlqXDYf-e9pSchVYCHYisP/s1003/B8DC43B5-7405-4892-8DB8-77A0B4CE2573_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="831" data-original-width="1003" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQHR1O-fT-H13Iq75480RPCnuvNx7es0AQbKWv-1UFLixTWWsB1IPKWM6leY0z67QKc22u5GnTOblpP3N-xZK2_H12FZIGtegRELUtzzMoULUp9XRsF8ziWm2pj-1uqKLixwAM-CX6Z-SpZCgk66n90R8Oay39a4bd9JlqXDYf-e9pSchVYCHYisP/w400-h331/B8DC43B5-7405-4892-8DB8-77A0B4CE2573_1_201_a.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-66774905776825854332022-03-24T16:55:00.008-06:002022-03-24T16:55:57.182-06:00White-tailed jackrabbit<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIjczCpj8snr8z3MDlwODD-rIF-Iofd9MXNP2XY2XUuhrtsfNqaUTKoxrD0L1oupi84AbyHscJ6aC02dgXdHQ4JZNv7C-9zMHZEMRV1rJ1j_wOrbWq_K6QxfeZI9ZnEYWVR0h7wrl9V3V5TKYj-yP6_pP0bB2Lo0SWoUx3XilZv0JnWMw6YpgXPDA/s4412/AF21CB85-84DA-4097-86DB-6EAF239AA656_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3392" data-original-width="4412" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIjczCpj8snr8z3MDlwODD-rIF-Iofd9MXNP2XY2XUuhrtsfNqaUTKoxrD0L1oupi84AbyHscJ6aC02dgXdHQ4JZNv7C-9zMHZEMRV1rJ1j_wOrbWq_K6QxfeZI9ZnEYWVR0h7wrl9V3V5TKYj-yP6_pP0bB2Lo0SWoUx3XilZv0JnWMw6YpgXPDA/w640-h492/AF21CB85-84DA-4097-86DB-6EAF239AA656_1_201_a.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i>Taken from the front window this morning. Despite the cars, dogs, coyotes and bobcats they share the city with we still have some white-tailed jackrabbits (Lepus townsendii).</i></span></p><div style="background-color: white; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">"Cocked in that land tactile as leaves</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">wild things wait crouched in those valleys</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">west of your city outside your lives</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">in the ultimate wind, the whole land's wave. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Come west and see; touch these leaves." </span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="background-color: white; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">from Midwest</span></i></div><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i style="background-color: white;"></i><span style="background-color: white; font-style: italic;"></span></span></p><div style="background-color: white; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">by William Stafford</span></i></div><p><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-10629692064576983012022-03-05T16:27:00.000-07:002022-03-05T16:27:06.621-07:00Today<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEglc9I2dxuFzXQ7hMZ4SlJU9cOHrpnUZIQn3fXG8op8hNLkEmyxyEen2qM-qL_ij-kY6tF_qe634nnqbXJtSDYGLrpfBAJLjJvy5fAfLapbZNr6rntu5Nl7_1rXIQK7UzC6opQ-xhk21_UDiTTf2Nodn64U6zLGzdm8Q7oy6AKpLmyANLR7a86zQaK4=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="613" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEglc9I2dxuFzXQ7hMZ4SlJU9cOHrpnUZIQn3fXG8op8hNLkEmyxyEen2qM-qL_ij-kY6tF_qe634nnqbXJtSDYGLrpfBAJLjJvy5fAfLapbZNr6rntu5Nl7_1rXIQK7UzC6opQ-xhk21_UDiTTf2Nodn64U6zLGzdm8Q7oy6AKpLmyANLR7a86zQaK4=w384-h640" width="384" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-size-adjust: auto;"><p style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: helvetica;">"I think, that if I touched the earth, </span></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: helvetica;">It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: helvetica;">So tremulously like a dream"</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: helvetica;">Dylan Thomas</span></span></p>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-75230759595371614802022-03-01T16:00:00.002-07:002022-03-01T16:00:10.544-07:00TODAY<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtV1guA9eVkE46juo2l5_4PF1PxDUnV77dnDof-AJie72XN9XyDZc0BCodkVBXi7xZ0dT1YTigkkv_oq7L_fzG1_s83ZRCmSG1nZaQ42ioK9a6QdgFtMPfzvluL04Zt8AcM-LP74-8x9Qi5cblhraGAlF00ESJqRAT7mGCBEpbAQce7Ow6Mkd1ld62=s1000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtV1guA9eVkE46juo2l5_4PF1PxDUnV77dnDof-AJie72XN9XyDZc0BCodkVBXi7xZ0dT1YTigkkv_oq7L_fzG1_s83ZRCmSG1nZaQ42ioK9a6QdgFtMPfzvluL04Zt8AcM-LP74-8x9Qi5cblhraGAlF00ESJqRAT7mGCBEpbAQce7Ow6Mkd1ld62=w426-h640" width="426" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(24, 24, 24);"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i>“We kill so much! Not only in our stupid battles, the stupid street fighting of our revolution, our stupid executions - no, we kill at every step. We kill when circumstances force us to drive gifted young people into occupations for which they are not suited. We kill when we close our eyes to poverty, affliction, or infamy.”</i></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i><span id="quote_book_link_1525484" style="caret-color: rgb(24, 24, 24); text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="background-color: white;">from <u>If The War Goes on: Reflections On War and Politics </u></span>by </span><span class="authorOrTitle" style="text-size-adjust: auto;">Hermann Hesse</span></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i><span class="authorOrTitle" style="text-size-adjust: auto;">photo taken at Highgate </span>Cemetery</i></span></p>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-5216479409083754132022-02-27T10:12:00.007-07:002022-02-27T10:12:48.515-07:00Today<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJ5tH5cY3lzJqUA4lVDkCJDBKMDw6T2QyDLih4_I2mVDvtsMlwekgkbV3HZsKwgMhHETSqJKXlF3mujm-fa-9aeG8XujRBFa03TQe3cYYbRK3vdH__i4iGAhe3KnDU1AnARZasY1rVHECP0pk4tjiLFiKi4DRoqFLOFxBawU0C_uWttQqcaVSLXXKv=s2630" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2036" data-original-width="2630" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJ5tH5cY3lzJqUA4lVDkCJDBKMDw6T2QyDLih4_I2mVDvtsMlwekgkbV3HZsKwgMhHETSqJKXlF3mujm-fa-9aeG8XujRBFa03TQe3cYYbRK3vdH__i4iGAhe3KnDU1AnARZasY1rVHECP0pk4tjiLFiKi4DRoqFLOFxBawU0C_uWttQqcaVSLXXKv=w640-h496" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(24, 24, 24); color: #181818; text-size-adjust: auto;"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">“I live in my dreams — that's what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That's the difference.”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> Demian</span></span></i></span></p>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-27441078678299850082022-02-21T08:38:00.001-07:002022-02-21T08:40:30.923-07:00Morning<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqbpyrJA-KOt_13yXlEaLFA2ASAdahyWedjCpAyqNHNvbct9U_nMiHINZS_aNsVtkVtrl_c2qC7qW3mImj8sv1ErC-TH3s-FrdWpzTzD0hbQ13oUeh2UCfNGRDKBkbKgqdLr5bitExXmlCFRtPJ76WT7-g3vQZ9GVxMELQpin52Bpg1Sm-ArHXCoI-=s3942" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2601" data-original-width="3942" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqbpyrJA-KOt_13yXlEaLFA2ASAdahyWedjCpAyqNHNvbct9U_nMiHINZS_aNsVtkVtrl_c2qC7qW3mImj8sv1ErC-TH3s-FrdWpzTzD0hbQ13oUeh2UCfNGRDKBkbKgqdLr5bitExXmlCFRtPJ76WT7-g3vQZ9GVxMELQpin52Bpg1Sm-ArHXCoI-=w640-h422" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i> This morning I went out to shovel but this white-tailed jackrabbit </i></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i>was still resting so I came back inside.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-style: italic; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">“<em>The Whole landscape drifted away to the north,</em></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-style: italic; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">To Moose Factory, hundreds of miles, to the pole</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-style: italic; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">And beyond, to the Arctic ends of the earth,”</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-style: italic; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">A Window on the North</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-style: italic; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="line-height: 16.8667px;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">R.A.D. Jones</span></span></div>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-6300606768587119642022-02-20T06:55:00.001-07:002022-02-20T06:56:11.087-07:00Snow with Coyote<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNuzT8YTD07VcqXB1lKi6jaS2EgdOdl2KHp3NIGxBtWzO1T1OIv1t6rxpymjcojCQ5JdTbH0rAfvDzmRqR7Bs52KH_ro_RAf57rgk_4M_9nFcOSLiXPj6uHQ7ASztDql2W4JB4PvsCL764eaNR8bq9lziFq6hMKpIeJprti-LzZ6zwqDambyELwnXN=s6000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNuzT8YTD07VcqXB1lKi6jaS2EgdOdl2KHp3NIGxBtWzO1T1OIv1t6rxpymjcojCQ5JdTbH0rAfvDzmRqR7Bs52KH_ro_RAf57rgk_4M_9nFcOSLiXPj6uHQ7ASztDql2W4JB4PvsCL764eaNR8bq9lziFq6hMKpIeJprti-LzZ6zwqDambyELwnXN=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><i><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Snow this morning, At 6:30 I was just finishing shovelling </span></i><div><i><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">when a coyote trotted </span></i><i><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">past me down the centre of the </span></i><i><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br />street. It is -15, wc -23 but it did not feel that cold.<br /><br /><br />“so I came straight off here, through the Wild Wood and the snow! My! it was fine, coming through the snow as the red sun was rising and showing against the black tree-trunks! As you went along in the stillness, every now and then masses of snow slid off the branches suddenly with a flop! making you jump and run for cover. Snow-castles and snow-caverns had sprung up out of nowhere in the night--and snow bridges, terraces, ramparts--I could have stayed and played with them for hours. Here and there great branches had been torn away by the sheer weight of the snow,”<br /><br /></span></i><p></p><p><i><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> from Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame<br /></span></i><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i><br /> </i></span><p></p></div>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-46112152919734395432022-02-17T06:26:00.002-07:002022-02-17T06:27:23.473-07:00Snow<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdtQ3jwB2ll6rLrl84HrHml83rwJy1qPJA6mWdOpYa3rFt0mgYxtLLGS_hRjmJR3bHR-26kwLYm-opGDSuz0pDh-shkKR7o9j9UEuy03lLKLm9DYgREEx6aC3f4OYRkvlA1jidKEHbnSKIF3fDkgg8YufABB2xBYgFmHG-tLXzs1ceZEfxexRvT2z9=s5550" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="5550" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdtQ3jwB2ll6rLrl84HrHml83rwJy1qPJA6mWdOpYa3rFt0mgYxtLLGS_hRjmJR3bHR-26kwLYm-opGDSuz0pDh-shkKR7o9j9UEuy03lLKLm9DYgREEx6aC3f4OYRkvlA1jidKEHbnSKIF3fDkgg8YufABB2xBYgFmHG-tLXzs1ceZEfxexRvT2z9=w640-h462" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
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<p><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i>'All my life,' she said, 'I've been so busy running from Beethoven to Bach to Brahms, I never noticed I was
twenty-nine. Next time I looked up I was forty. Yesterday, seventy-one. Oh, there were men; but they'd given
up singing at ten and given up flying when they were twelve. I always figured we were born to fly, one way or
other, so I couldn't stand most men shuffling along with all the iron in the earth in their blood. I never met a
man who weighed less than nine hundred pounds. In their black business suits, you could hear them roll by like
funeral wagons.'
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<p><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i>'So you flew away?'
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<p><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i>'Just in my mind, Mr Terle. It's taken sixty years to make the final break. All that time I grabbed on to
piccolos and flutes and violins because they make streams in the air, you know, like streams and rivers on the
ground. I rode every tributary and tried every fresh-water wind from Handel on down to a whole slew of
Strausses. It's been the far way around that's brought me here.'
</i></span></p><p><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i>from The Day it Rained Forever by Ray Bradbury</i></span></p>
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When we break the laws, we lose our hold on the central reality. Like sick men in hospitals, we change only from bed to bed, from one folly to another; and it cannot signify much what becomes of such castaways, — wailing, stupid, comatose creatures, — lifted from bed to bed, from the nothing of life to the nothing of death."</span></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: #990000; font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 17px;">from Illusions - Ralph Waldo Emerson </span></span></i></p>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137553668555203001.post-6596842305946599202022-02-10T08:00:00.004-07:002022-02-10T08:32:12.155-07:00Reading Not Reading<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkU9xpgRIW_-ZDQNb7ZMDLWvygbJmVp2h0o7AYAByw12jAqdQ9Taw88yszaL-tbhUqlQSYmgLxMZEC-sfXKiGxp4xIWVR1em2GWTWS1MXfU8uygyS59bPyunuG5uN_12qmWvLo2j9KCTLd06AbFImhALcaAerycpi3vhBbxr2DpCh4FqeljgYN57n0=s5670" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: helvetica;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3780" data-original-width="5670" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkU9xpgRIW_-ZDQNb7ZMDLWvygbJmVp2h0o7AYAByw12jAqdQ9Taw88yszaL-tbhUqlQSYmgLxMZEC-sfXKiGxp4xIWVR1em2GWTWS1MXfU8uygyS59bPyunuG5uN_12qmWvLo2j9KCTLd06AbFImhALcaAerycpi3vhBbxr2DpCh4FqeljgYN57n0=w640-h426" width="640" /></i></span></a></div><div><br /></div><i> I<span style="color: #660000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"> had been happily reading some library books mostly about the fur trade and the indigenous peoples of the Canadian West, a topic of abiding interest to me. I have described the origins of this interest here. </span></i><p></p><a href="https://thatsjustthewildwood.blogspot.com/2018/01/the-beaver.html">https://thatsjustthewildwood.blogspot.com/2018/01/the-beaver.html</a><div><br /><div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i>However the world as too much with me, and my concentration not all it should be at present so I returned them. I will borrow then again. I am holding on to library books on the history of the Madan and the history of the Anishinaabeg peoples for better days.</i></span><div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i>So instead I reread a couple of novels by my beloved Andre Norton and have set my sights on reading Johnson's "Preface to Shakespeare". I have been watching a youtube series on reading the classics by a young man using the "name" Drunzo" and want to make the reading a few classics part of my routine, with definite goals. </i></span><br /><a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC72a8QL142vdH3s6Dn3NVRA"><br />https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC72a8QL142vdH3s6Dn3NVRA</a><p><br /><i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Helen and I discovered a youtube series on the history of Godzilla, and we follow each episode by watching, in my case, often rewatching the movie.</span><br /></span></i><br /><a href="https://www.youtube.com/c/BigActionBill">https://www.youtube.com/c/BigActionBill</a></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>I<span style="color: #660000; font-size: medium;"> leave you with one of my favourite quotes and a photo from this summer at the cabin</span></i></span><i style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: medium;">.</span></i></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i><span style="color: #660000; font-size: medium;">"I hear new news every day, and those ordinary rumours <br />of war, plagues, fires, inundations, thefts, murders, massacres, <br />meteors, comets, spectrums, prodigies, apparitions, of towns <br />taken, cities besieged in France, Germany, Turkey, Persia, <br />Poland, &c., daily musters and preparations, and such like; <br />which these tempestuous times afford, battles fought, so many <br />men slain, monomachies, shipwrecks, piracies, and sea-fights; <br />peace, leagues, stratagems, and fresh alarums. A vast confusion <br />of vows, wishes, actions, edicts, petitions, lawsuits, pleas, laws, <br />proclamations, complaints, grievances, are daily brought to our <br />ears. New books every day, pamphlets, currantoes, stories, whole <br />catalogues of volumes of all sorts, new paradoxes, opinions, <br />schisms, heresies, controversies in philosophy, religion, &c. Now <br />come tidings of weddings, maskings, mummeries, entertainments, <br />jubilees, embassies, tilts and tournaments, trophies, triumphs, revels, <br />sports, plays ; then again, as in a new shifted scene, treasons, <br />cheating tricks, robberies, enormous villainies in all kinds, funerals, <br />burials, deaths of princes, new discoveries, expeditions, now comical, <br />then tragical matters. Today we hear of new lords and officers created, <br />to-morrow of some great men deposed, and then again of fresh honours <br />conferred; one is let loose, another imprisoned; one purchaseth, another <br />breaketh; he thrives, his neighbour turns bankrupt; now plenty, then <br />again dearth and famine; one runs, another rides, wrangles, laughs, <br />weeps, &c. Thus I daily hear, and such like, both private and public <br />news, amidst the gallantry and misery of the world"<br /><br /><br />from Anatomy of Melancholy <br />by Robert Burton </span></i><br /><br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWT5296dUhbdZ92Zz1NpNJ6mgYD8TX1k5Oi3jE9ulVS_u0PuWFU_UdHr_7Fb11Hh5BhwBV4ZsZFW7ZGcWFI1XIhho9jFk4RPrdiWyuB2AwiZEDxJYNxzXl-zNSAv4l0QCsHFgUhBWpiYdRGXhpLww1ie-_3pNLOiaaoQzEj9VDKqBUxILY455XYq5c=s2285" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2285" data-original-width="2285" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWT5296dUhbdZ92Zz1NpNJ6mgYD8TX1k5Oi3jE9ulVS_u0PuWFU_UdHr_7Fb11Hh5BhwBV4ZsZFW7ZGcWFI1XIhho9jFk4RPrdiWyuB2AwiZEDxJYNxzXl-zNSAv4l0QCsHFgUhBWpiYdRGXhpLww1ie-_3pNLOiaaoQzEj9VDKqBUxILY455XYq5c=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p></div></div></div>Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12546069846136464138noreply@blogger.com0