A hutch to trammel some wild young thing…

Back from the Naam; tummy sated with steamed veggies, crispy cheese potato wedges, all smothered by rich miso gravy. Spirits bolstered with Crannog’s “Back Hand of God” Stout. Imagination stirred by a chapter or two of Gibson’s “Spook Country”, which is brilliant.
The Burrard bridge arcs over black waters edged by marinas. Below, [...]

We fall, we rise to fall again…

Chilly wet day in Vancouver. First proper rain of the season. I drink coffee and type. Through an open door patter the sound of raindrops and the scent of wet leaves. The city unfurls umbrellas. A man stumbles past, empty handed, face upturned, eyes closed, grinning like a child, [...]

Mixed tapes…

Technology moves on, but this human fabric remain the same. For about a year I’ve been reading Schmutzie’s blog, and its odd that I feel that I know her better now than I ever did when we lived in the same city, hung out on the same street corners, and had the same friends. [...]

Quiet night…

The shimmering lights of Kitsilano are mirrored across the harbor. Stars flicker overhead.
How long has it been since you thought “How long it has been”? Do you ever measure you life in terms of the times you’ve measured your life? I remember touching down in Gatwick. The distinct [...]

It’s a fine day…

It’s the tail end of summer and I am eeking the most out of the remains of each day.
This afternoon, sun slowly sinking into the harbor. Skated out along the sea wall, down past third beach. Umbral stones strewn upon the shore. The scent of cedar trees fills the air. It is quiet. Just [...]