I am encased in the sound of light, the flash of metal music, the fug of clothes too warm for balmy, not yet winter wind, the fusion of see-saw screech with nursery melody, a pleasure. * * * This was the opening night Nov. 30 of Luminothérapie, Montreal’s […]
How serene. The earthy peace of a living wall, Toronto. Weekly Photo Challenge – Serene
He wore a pellegrina, purple trimmed. It looked like wings deflated by transgression
She wanted to touch it, that rust-caked, high rolled, weird wheel (remnant of a blown up grist mill?), sitting there like a steam punk manifesto. It had to be some misfit
I dreamed a mirror on a wall, attenuated strands of fire in the room, ice raining down. Three symbols, blurred in
She walks, timorous on snow soft spread on summer boardwalk, feet like hewn logs, tipped. Her
Monet’s Garden in Giverny, France had been on my bucket list for decades. I finally visited last fall and reveled in blooms bursting with color even as trees dropped their leaves and hay withered in the fields. This is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been.
Swarm of gnats tumbling, sounds, not theirs, teasing. Someone talks, compact tones
