Being a heavy sleeper has its advantages when the Professor and our pup get up pre-dawn for their daily constitutional but lately it has been the sound of thunder and sudden torrential downpours rather than any absence of warm bodies in bed that have signalled to my unconsciousness that another day has begun. This unusually cool spell has meant we have been lucky enough to be able to open the windows at night and this morning’s reveille of raindrops was a sweetly clean yet heady fragrance reminiscent of simpler times.
More grey skies and cold winds wreaking havoc with my sad garden and cloudy mood. Best to limit indoor activities that lift our spirits and remind us that it is the simpler things in life that sustain us.
I am ready
to say goodbye
to fall finery
and let the frost
kiss the dead and decaying
Hope the roof on this baby wasn’t built by the same contractor who installed the one on the Olympic Stadium
I really wish local government would get with the program and accept that not all tourists to our fair city are francophone: Such a great PS installation should at least be bilingual and then everyone could go home and say they saw the world’s largest and not wonder what that was all about.
Continuing triage in the paper files – anyone remember this? Anyone still have either of these museum pieces?
He treated her like vinyl
fell in love at first sight
with the bold colour
and sleek lines
hot and cold
the story of his skin
Print advertising in Playboy Magazine, 1972.
Read your history : Find out what happened : Note the change : Recognize why we are here : Vote responsibly.
Not thrilled with a lot of things these days but have decided that this 1000th post will help keep things moving forward.
‘Tis the season to wax nostalgic – this one is dedicated to my maternal grandparents and their annual journey across the Painted Desert during a time when not many thought doing such things prudent.
I’m always fascinated by the elements that make up some of the larger murals splashed around Montreal. In this three-story high piece, there’s a very literate and informed conversation going on between artist and viewer but I’m not actually sure how many people are picking up the thread, how many passers-by are aware of the references (age, interest and culture probably being a deciding factor) and how such iconic images are woven together in a greater commentary.
Walk on by or stop and think about it for awhile.