Hard to believe it's been almost a decade and a half since Sylvia and I saw the Grand Canyon. I'm so glad we went before...well.   

 

My anthipathy for the boring beige houses that seem to be the default in Edmonton intensified when Sylvia and I visited St. John's. I wi...

About a decade ago, Sylvia and I stopped at the Peters' Drive-In in Red Deer en route to Calgary. I took a few wide-angle photos of the ...

 

Mine, not his.   

 

"Let me know if I'm coming too close to any power lines," the chopper pilot said. "Or one of the other helicopters."...

Here I am back in 2017, when I didn't worry about catching a virus in movie theatres. Better days.   

One might toss some jacks; caltrops for kids Bounce ball on boardwalk Grab jack Second ground, grab two And so on Bonus points: ball colour ...

Life isn't always perfectly pretty Sometimes there's mud in the water In poetry as in life Green needs brown Words need structure Bu...

I met a lass in Lunenburg Fair of skin with wooden curves I posed with her upon the docks Admiring her painted locks A being sculpted by the...

 

 

We didn't know it at the time, but this was the last time Mom and Sean and Sylvia and I celebrated Dad's birthday--a few days early,...

Washed ashore, this fine debris Hard-shelled bounty from the sea Found by Gilligan, first mate guy Baked by Mary Ann into coconut crea...