Monthly Archives: November 2014

It was inevitable naturally that someone would try to film W.O. Mitchell’s classic novel and, in the 70’s blossoming age of Canadian filmmaking, this was finally done by the experienced Allan King. He used the prairie town of Arcola, SK … Continue reading →

The blinds were closed that Sunday September afternoon. I had closed them for my wife’s father who, otherwise, would have been blinded by the light as we watched the football game on the tube. A familiar context, for sure, and … Continue reading →

(In memory of Mike Nichols) Two of my most formative which are also cinema classics: The Graduate and Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Top-notch satires and two of the most truthful films about their times and about human nature. The … Continue reading →

“A fact is not the truth until you love it.” –John Keats When asked What day of the week it was, after a long pause: “A good day.” –Grandson, 2 years, 10 months ………………………… Two other kid stories recalled: The … Continue reading →

Good grief! What’s next in this crazy, frivolous world? World Keystone Pipeline Day? World Love-an-Alberta-Conservative Day? World Justin Trudeau Day? World Preschooler iPhone Day? World Screen-Love-In Day? World Sedentary Lifestyle Day? World Dumbed-Down Day? World Gambling Day? World National Enquirer Day? … Continue reading →

Margaret Laurence Home, Neepawa (aka Manawaka in her novels). Second time I’ve visited. This is the Big House (the MacLeod’s) in A Bird in the House. Stopped by on a September Sunday afternoon, just after a rain, on the way to … Continue reading →

His skates like wings flew up the ice, Hair blown back, a modern god, Held Habs’ torch against all odds. Nothing but his best sufficed. From end to end he moved so fast, The plays he made were poetry As … Continue reading →

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“I love the man beside me We love the open road No phones till Friday Far from the undertow Far from the overload” –from the song by Joni Mitchell

Souvenir from Lodge store–engraved wood pen set. Arriving at the Lodge at the top of a hill after driving up a one-lane road opposite to and overlooking the pools area. The view from a poolside balcony looking back to the red … Continue reading →