It is it is a pretty town.  Artists come to paint the boats in the harbour or the grand Algonquin Hotel.  The town has a United Empire Loyalist history complete with a cemetery.   The streets are classically named for King and Queen and for their many children,…

                           I forgot many things in preparing for this trip.  I forgot my hairbrush, my waterproof shell, my painting kit.  I was a bit scattered.  I was distracted by my preoccupations, my emotions, my worries about how I would manage the rented car,…

    A cloudy day.  The city sits dark beneath the clouds. Solid with roads, bridges, buildings, runways yet moving too, the cars, the trains and taxiing planes beneath the grey clouds.   We rise.  The brilliant sun illuminates a dazzling cloudscape. Impenetrable white in the constant light. The faithful propeller spins, keeping us above…

    There it is, appearing round the corner They’re safe inside I’m sure.  And yet, for all I know one might be sick, absent for a worthy reason.  Or not. Around the corner in that clumsy way school busses have With their oddly placed mirrors and random bus drivers. Last year’s fat and jolly…

        In the dark night as I lay sleeping in the low mist of no-dreaming sleep a spirit, a little soul came. There, I can hear you snorting, hrumphing, “ridiculous why not just say a moth?” it wa a moth but so light, fluttering, seeking looking for a little water. There was…

      It’s not end of August yet. We had such a wet summer! The climate is ruined   No matter what you say, these leaves are turned and it is early fall.  The light is different, you need a blanket to sleep comfortably at night.  People are saying ” come in, the water’s…

    Even if I neglect my garden disgracefully it goes on with its own heedless life.  I am just a visitor here.  What do I have to do with the persistent teeming life that proceeds with or without my presence.  My part is to try to control, to clip , to weed, to fertilize…