Another artifact from Mom and Dad's effects--a photo of Dad's dad in a frame made of orange and blue thread wrapped around a metal o...

Here's a scan of a photo of my paternal grandfather in a small metal and glass photo frame.   

 

 

A stick in the abyss In the middle of our street A pit within our midst The riddle we must meet Gaping like a wound Festering and dark A haz...

 

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...

In 2019, Mom accompanied Aunt Jean and Uncle John on what would ultimately be her last trip to Manitoba. I can't ask her now, so I don...

 

 

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

Three wee tykes In fields at play They made their pitch for lives ahead Dreams in clover, dare to tread Where are they now? No one can say P...

Ba, ba--bum ba ba Pum pum ba ba bum ba ba Lum de dum ba pum pum pum ba, ba--bum ba ba  

Man and horse A symbiosis  Animal husbandry's Ultimate gnosis Strong back, fleet hooves Domestication Foundations of the horse-drawn nat...

When for beauty do thee search Look no further than the birch; Gaze upon it and you'll see A thin-leaved, deciduous hardwood tree Sure t...

That might be my grandmother on the right...or one of her sisters.   

Dad's grandfather, Robert Stone Woods, sometime in the 1930s. He looks like a character from The Grapes of Wrath .   

Asleep on the job, eh? I'll capture it in black and white.  These are the words my grandmother or grandfather might have thought in 1940...

Back in 2008, I tried to capture a photo of popcorn bouncing off my face. The effort failed.