Creating a joyful art narrative, moment by moment.
So long summer with all your
fields of rising corn and dusty rolls of hay
Good night rocking end-of-dock meteor shower shows
So long lazy morning coffee flavoured adventure planning table meetings
till next time long meandering hikes and swims and runs
Continue reading “Summer So Long”
“Well, I have not been Not Painting while I’ve been Not Painting”
His eyes widened for a moment while he considered this.
“Ok”, he said momentarily, “I think I get you grammatically. Can you say more?”
We were outside, standing just off the trail in a deep forest off Northeys Bay Rd, near Lakefield, ON. ( We went outside in July and essentially came back inside in August at violet hour, when the end of summer streetlights came on and called us home. )
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This morning towards the end of my morning run, I came upon this random pop up art exhibit on a utility pole.
What a delight to stumble upon!
I loved the oddly juxtaposed mix of anatomical whimsy and various fasteners and hardware.
I don’t know who the artist is, so can’t give credit or find out more about them sadly.
There is never nothing going on…
“I got one I got one!”
“Wow, what a fish!!”
He got away,
Their palpable disappointment
Washed across the water
But that rock bass, in getting away,
got to become a giant
“Did you see how huge he was?”
“He was the biggest fish ever!”
Young boys editing life on the fly;
Loss flipping quickly to a hero’s tale
“Did you see how huge he was?”
“He was the biggest fish ever!”
“A giant!”
“Wait til we tell everyone!”
We headed out together, to run
Him; an hour, training at tempo
me, 45 relaxed; if I felt it…
Up to the highway in company;
jostling, chatting, planning.
Then he hit pace And turned right
Where the limo with the antler mount is parked
I followed, briefly entertaining the idea of trying to catch him
just to see what was in my legs, and his smile.
But a sudden caw-caw-phany
Stopped me in my tracks,
and on he flew away
on his own course.
Here, a murder of crows was talking insistently
in the trees above this sign.
Can you believe it?
Continue reading “Listening to Crows”
The Lodge at The Lakehouse on Pigeon Lake is our home base for the next weekish.
It’s perfect. Whimsical and lovely and just what’s needed. I am often tough on myself for being a turtle in a hare world… This morning we discovered this guy… His tune is one my girls and I used to sing together and it’s a perfect reminder that being a turtle is actually the objective these days. Isn’t he great? I love how he snaps.
You got to slow down and make time for you….