Change…

Its been getting colder. Winter coat weather some nights, but today was warm. I was transfixed in the back door of my favorite cafe, opened suddenly into a square of sunlight – bright as the memory of summer beaches.
I cooked rice for supper. Sort of like being a student again, except it [...]

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, [...]

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 [...]

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english bay

for the first time in recent memory the wind did not prevail
so i ate supper on the beach huddled in the fading warmth
of a pale yellow sun which glistened upon the western waves
while seagulls called out the sorry sum of their grievances

carmel and klimt

there is magic in the national gallery
which does not reproduce
in calendars or glossy magazines
you have to see it for yourself

first snowfal

snow blankets the harbor in silence

turning adults into children

eager to make snowmen

before disappearing beneath the waves