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Ghostly blue reflection in early morning, December patio window image of indoor table-sized Avon Christmas tree decoration changing colors, frozen here in its winterly blue phase.

“I never met a kitchen mat I never liked.”

  It’s been a while. Recent movies have tended to be loud, formulaic, preadvertised (trailers usually give away all of a film’s essentials), very commercial, flawed, dumb, crass, pointless, and geared toward What Faulkner called “the glands” and the lowest … Continue reading →

That perception (and fuller consciousness) are dependent on empathy. That we actually only perceive, acquire information about or know someone or something via degrees of empathy–by identifying with the object, person, or process–by putting ourselves into it/him/her, and allowing our imagination and consciousness … Continue reading →

Empathy or identification with something, someone. To empathize with the other is to acquire vital or significant information, often knowledge. If one wants to know someone or something, one has to have the imaginative capacity of empathy. But no empathy … Continue reading →

Impressions, then Expressions. In, then out when ready. External-internal-external. When things go/work well, things simply write themselves. The writer as medium taking dictation.  

To activate any photos not showing automatically, click on any picture frame. Then click “Continue to this website”–large pic, then smaller pic will emerge. When loaded, double-click upper left-pointing arrow twice to re-enter entire website with all blog photos now … Continue reading →

I’d much rather be in Scottsdale this morning after another blizzard dump in Edmo. There is definitely something to be said for a sunny warm escape from what may be the longest winter of discontent ever in these parts of … Continue reading →

Del’s last Christmas was in 1997. He had been diagnosed with cancer in September that year and the cancer and treatments had started to obviously ‘waste’ him, something I became aware of when I was in Winnipeg that November. I … Continue reading →

Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-coloured snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, … Continue reading →