Monday, May 9, 2022

Spring back/Winter Wonderland

 


  "Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, 
     its white flag waving over everything,
      the landscape vanished,
      not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,   
      and beyond these windows"

      from Snow Day
       by Billy Collins  



And let's remember.

Thursday, March 24, 2022

White-tailed jackrabbit


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).

"Cocked in that land tactile as leaves
wild things wait crouched in those valleys
west of your city outside your lives
in the ultimate wind, the whole land's wave. 
Come west and see; touch these leaves." 

from Midwest

by William Stafford


Saturday, March 5, 2022

Today

 


"I think, that if I touched the earth, 

It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, 

So tremulously like a dream"


Dylan Thomas

Tuesday, March 1, 2022

TODAY

“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.”

from  If The War Goes on: Reflections On War and Politics by Hermann Hesse

photo taken at Highgate Cemetery

Sunday, February 27, 2022

Today

 


“I live in my dreams — that's what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That's the difference.”  Demian

Monday, February 21, 2022

Morning



This morning I went out to shovel but this white-tailed jackrabbit 

was still resting so I came back inside.


The Whole landscape drifted away to the north,
To Moose Factory, hundreds of miles, to the pole
And beyond, to the Arctic ends of the earth,”
A Window on the North
R.A.D. Jones

Sunday, February 20, 2022

Snow with Coyote



Snow this morning, At 6:30 I was just finishing shovelling 
when a coyote trotted past me down the centre of the 
street. It is -15, wc -23 but it did not feel that cold.


“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,”

from Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame