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The Popsicles of My Youth

Something about that shade of red and that shade of blue -- together.

Forest Walk

Things happen on walks. We let go of a lot. Room is made.

Space presents itself. A lack of obstruction. Time stretches.


I enjoy what we allow ourselves _________________ on walks.

Someone saw the makings of a face, made more so by ________


The song I hear _______________________________

____________________________________ so gently.

Paired Chairs

Last night I returned from a trip to Mayne Island, where I was hosted by Jeremy and Sus, who were touring me past a couple of houses they had built when I took this picture. The tour is part of a walk these two often take. When we came upon the chairs I asked them if they have ever seen anyone sitting in them, and they said no.

As we continued I told Jeremy and Sus about my mother's house in White Rock, how in her backyard she has a number of chairs -- always in twos. Sometimes when I am visiting my mother I sit down in one of these paired chairs, thinking she might do the same, but she never does. These chairs are not for you and her, Sus says, they are for those who visit her imagination.

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Peter Wohlwend

Outside Midori and Peter's house is a bench that faces east. Earlier this week a note went out that Peter, who for years kept us in touch through the Dickens Community Listserve, had passed away after a long illness.

Kerrisdale

Earlier this week I was in Kerrisdale visiting old haunts like Hill's, where I buy a pair of pants every year or so. Parking was hard to find on this day, so I parked on East Boulevard, across the street from my old high school, Point Grey Secondary, and walked the four blocks from there.

The picture up top is a bush of ripened salmonberries. Behind it, what is going up at the site of the recently-demoished Leigh Block (southwest corner of 37th and West Boulevard), where, as a teenager, I had a friend I would visit who sold grass and told stories.