Silent, smothered, white, beauty and an aching back. [Calgary, March 18th] |
Years ago, packed slush and debris dammed and re-dammed the gutter's flow. [Calgary, March 19th] |
warm sun glinting, thousands of unexpected pools. [Calgary, March 20th] |
Crooked rails lead to an uncertain destination. [Calgary, March 21st] |
This snow belongs in the Kingston of my youth. [Calgary, March 22nd] |
Once white snow glistens and wizens under the crisping sun. [Calgary, March 23nd] |
Now again the smiling sun greets me on my way to work. [Calgary, March 24th] |
A west-facing window - my poor computer can't handle the heat. [Calgary, March 25th] |
I am an outsider by age and gender at Herland. [Calgary, March 26th] |
Hunched over a terminal, unconnected to the world behind my back. [Calgary, March 27th] |
Syncing in isn't possible at such a pace. [Calgary, March 28th] |
Chirping in the snow a robin bids confidence. [Calgary, March 29th] |
Seed packets await the gardener's rising ardour. [Calgary, March 30th] |
Our classrooms are breeding those who can live in chaos. [Calgary, March 31st] |