Life in progress


My Child

There is a seriousness in your bones, deep below your happy exterior. Your laughter flakes off you like dried rose petals; it falls all around, coating everyone with your outermost joy.

Does it matter? No. Not to those who you meet in the street, or those you entertain. They feel blessed to be within your circumference of notice.

But to me you are an enigma. So fragile, and yet so strong.

And unlike those who are lucky enough to feel the warmth radiating from your presence for but a moment, I would die a thousand deaths without you.



Playing around with my camera while I was waiting for Alex’s bus to arrive, I found a few interesting things:


A feather trapped in the branches of my hedge.

skeleton leaves

Leaves glued to the ice, so transparent that their skeletons are showing.


I liked the way the lens focused on the twigs, rendering the house in the background an afterthought.

Now that I have a memory card for the camera I bought before Christmas, I’ll start taking it out more often. My phone takes decent pictures, but it can’t beat 16.1 megapixels. I just have to learn how to use it to its full advantage.


One-Liner Wednesday – Chocolate, Anyone?

The now-defunct Hershey’s plant in Smith’s Falls, Ontario has been turned into a medicinal marijuana grow-op. There’s a munchie joke in there somewhere. I just know it.