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Cicadas hold particular meaning for me. We hear them a lot more often than we see them, so I took the unusual opportunity for a photograph today. This one was lying dead on the bicycle path, somewhat the worse for … Continue reading
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Christmas reminds me of Grey Shadow. When I was growing up we had a lot of pets, but Grey Shadow was around longer than any of them. She began life outdoors near our cottage on Lake Erie, where we would … Continue reading
On the weekend I paid a brief visit to the backyard where I grew up, this north shore beach of Lake Erie. A reunion with a few high school friends provided opportunity. My partner and I stayed at a bed … Continue reading
As a boy I played endlessly in an overgrown woodlot we neighbourhood children called The Jungle. Massive Manitoba maples, trees-of-heaven, stinging nettles, staghorn sumac, wild grapes and native sweet cicely, Osmorhiza claytonii, obscured mysterious archaeological evidence, such as the concrete … Continue reading