Monthly Archives: November 2017

on the wind.

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rows and rows of flowering kale and cabbages

all come together

to create a beautiful, tiny fairy forest.

“a forest is not a wilderness,

but a community of souls who speak to one another on the wind.”

― anthony t. hincks

 

 

oakland county farmer’s market, pontiac, michigan, usa

no harm, some fowl.

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two birds and a ram happen upon a book…
“let us read, and let us dance;
these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.”
-voltaire

thor throat.

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 on the via rail trip home

i was in the lucky seat

 prepared to wield the mighty hammer

to save us all 

on an as-needed basis

just like thor.

if he was a happy, sleepy woman 

with a scratchy throat

wrapped up in a cozy scarf

 sipping bailey’s and coffee

on a meandering canadian train.

‘courage, above all things, is the first quality of a warrior.’

-carl von clausewitz

suites.

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and i was wondering where the bachelorettes in town are living?

“we had a one bedroom, one bathroom,

one closet apartment with four girls.”

-connie sellecca

 

 

 

london, ontario, canada

 

four blocks.

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‘the four building blocks of the universe are fire, water, gravel and vinyl.’

-dave barry

 

london, ontario, canada

a different direction.

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a stop by a pub with a cozy fireplace

for a leisurely quiet lunch

and then i saw this –

a menu note at the bottom 

‘bottomless fountain pop and vanilla ice cream’ for children

things could quickly go in a different direction.

“i accept that there may be things far grander

and more incomprehensible than we can possibly imagine.’

-richard dawkins

 

london, ontario, canada

leftovers.

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perpetual.

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“i am grateful for what I am and have. my thanksgiving is perpetual.”

-henry david thoreau

 

 

image credit: faerie magazine

another.

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after walking many miles 

through the parks at home

i traveled north for a visit

to a whole new town

and when walking through the city

i once again find myself

in yet another beautiful park. 

‘i don’t know where i’m going from here

but i promise it won’t be boring.’

-david bowie

victoria park, ontario, canada

phantom.

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in our getaway spot we are graced with

our own private phantom of the opera.

“musicians don’t retire; they stop when there’s no more music in them.”

-louis armstrong