Janglin'

All my friends ditched on me for new years! That's a stunning fact I had never anticipated. So I made different plans, twice, and those fell through! So I stayed in the photolab in solitude until morning. Then I hiked Cadillac with these goons, and it made me feel like maybe this year would be different that all those before it. If it was worse than this past year (Bog rest its' rotten soul) than maybe I'm slightly better prepared for it. I just hope things get better, although I never stop doubting that there's worse on the way.

The Good Times Are Killing Me

 Everything, rocks, trees, humans, we all cast shadows. Is it to remind us of where we have been, what we have seen, or is it to say that life is always changing. I will not say adapting, that would imply things are always getting better, but they are always changing.

Winter is the quietest time of the year. No bird songs, no children playing, there are just little puffs of smoke coming from all the chimneys.

The sun rises every morning. The sun sets every evening. Why do we watch it every day? We know we had a day that was different than all the rest. That something went right, or far awry. We cannot remember the individual moments. They all seem the same, but the day as a whole was completely different. In fact you have never had a day like this before.

Winter Weary

The sun froze the land as it set that night casting cold shadow upon cold shadow. Out of the fields rose a last lazy breath of warm air.

The road not taken, and other poetic juxtapositions. 

As that warm air awakened and rose up ever higher. The sun burned a deeper orange no longer casting shadows, but merely saying goodnight.

I'll be in Montréal in January  2014