Red Cedar
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Post #3174: Landmarks of middle age
I’ve been reading Robert Macfarlane’s Landmarks over the last few weeks, dipping into it here and there. Each essay stands on its own as an example of landscape and language, followed by a glossary of place that reaches far back into the tribal and…
Post #3173: Autumn food thoughts
For the last few years, Brian and I have put aside $100 a month so that for our anniversary at the end of September we can purchase a piece of artwork for our home. This year we decided that instead of artwork, we would…
Post #3172: Good rep, bad rep who knows
The photo above really sums up my day. Fucking weird. And also kind of beauty-ugly the way that only a full on day can be. I flew into Vancouver in the pouring (as in torrential) rain, totally unprepared for that kind of downpour. I…
Post #3171: A new mantra for September
While the end of summer is officially still 18 days away, Labour Day is pretty much the transition marker for me. On the plus side, I didn’t take very much in the way of vacation leave over the last three months so I have…
Post #3170: Zen ocean
I’ve been night swimming the last few nights, encouraged by warm days and high tides later at night. 9:30 on Sunday, 10:30 Monday. The bioluminescence is blooming, so waiting until full darkness brings a magical quality to swimming that we only get a brief…
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