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Cold, dark and early our breath fog shivers away, water's sharp glitter. [Calgary, Oct 1st] |
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Tear-stained golden leaves whipped up by the wind's bluster, torn by tire and foot. [Calgary, Oct 2nd] |
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Entranced listeners, entwined themes from song and dance, entombed Bach's bequest. [Calgary, Oct 3rd] |
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Explosives flicker, buildings tumble, dust rises; memories remain. [Calgary, Oct 4th] |
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Driving wheels shimmy worse each day, no one knows why; big repairs ahead. [Calgary, Oct 5th] |
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Lights, streets, cars, people emerge from night's deep darkness; momentum gathers. [Calgary, Oct 6th] |
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Golden yellow trees blue-green hill, black mountain peaks sky of soft shirred rose. [Calgary, Oct 7th] |
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Hidden images in a careful stack of plates; craft or potter's art? [Calgary, Oct 8th] |
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Royal icing art takes us from crypt to cafe; automatism? [Calgary, Oct 9th] |
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Sleuthing web pages, seeking hidden links and clues, leaving no trail - ehhh? [Calgary, Oct 10th] |
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Massed choirs and organ Christian hymns of thankful praise fidgety children. [Calgary, Oct 11th] |
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A quiet work day tidying and catching up; resting, preparing. [Calgary, Oct 12th] |
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With dentist-numbed mouth at a funeral I sing, among the white heads. [Calgary, Oct 13th] |
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Leaves of bright yellow gathered on lawn, lane or street rustle in the wind. [Calgary, Oct 14th] |
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Dirty brown freight cars trundle slowly to the east while we wait and smoke. [Calgary, Oct 15th] |
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Last minute worries, trying to forget nothing; the flight leaves at five. [Calgary, Oct 16th] |
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Now I relax as a guest in my sister's house; her children are hers. [Waterloo, Oct 17th] |
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Landscape I recall, woven in autumn colours; another leaf falls. [Kingston, Oct 18th] |
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The band rehearses, I sit in at the drum set; can't keep from playing. [Toronto, Oct 19th] |
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Large shiny white plate, strict hexagonal salad, coiffure of lettuce. [Toronto, Oct 20th] |
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Slow-moving traffic, lights red, green and red again; flight time approaches. [Toronto, Oct 21st] |
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Lights in the blackness mark distant streets and houses, nearby offices. [Calgary, Oct 22nd] |
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Typing frantically; papered desk and cluttered screen; too many projects. [Calgary, Oct 23rd] |
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Red tiger culture; wine, food and fine art: the quick and the dead. [Calgary, Oct 24th] |
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Crinkled leaves rustle warm sun and a gentle breeze rake and wheelbarrow. [Calgary, Oct 25th] |
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Rosy evening sky flanked by tall dark sentinels; a small jet speeds west. [Calgary, Oct 26th] |
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Wry skulls and vampires from the grocer's pumpkin bin will soon grace our door. [Calgary, Oct 27th] |
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Lying, mouth agape, my jaw vibrates to the drill; scent of powdered tooth. [Calgary, Oct 28th] |
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Orange streetlights glare, curbside car coated in frost slowly chugs to life. [Calgary, Oct 29th] |
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Black death, white maiden she limp, clasped to his bosom her beloved grieves. [Calgary, Oct 30th] |
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Two Halloween priests sombre monk and brisk cleric trade artist's cards. [Calgary, Oct 31st] |
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