Today I’m hammering away at my computer in my office with its rectangular windows with their rectangular venetian blinds overlooking a landscape filled with other rectangular concrete office buildings under rainy skies and I get a text from Debbie: “Thinking of you. Taking pictures of lupines in Parry Sound.”
It’s a nice thought – that a bunch of bobbing, wild lupines make your friend think of you. And that she tells you so. And that at least she is standing in a place where they are.
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These days more strangers seem to be smiling at me on my walks to work. It’s probably because last week I was listening to the wonderfully charming audio book, “The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society,” and this week I’m listening to David Sedaris read his stories. I’m grinning and snorting and chuckling (and sometimes crying) all the time on my walks to work these days, and finding many passers-by with open faces smiling back at me. Reminder to self: Smiling at strangers always pays off – and it doesn’t even have to be intentional.
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Summer hasn’t even shown herself yet, and still, people are already complaining about the weather. Maybe all of those people are the types that ACTUALLY LIKE seemingly endless winters with seemingly endless snow and ice and seemingly endless strings of -25° days with whipping winds that hurt your whole body when you go outside. Me? I prefer a season with lupines.
Closed dome over a baseball game late in the season. Indoor baseball – it just isn't right. Summer really is over.
When I leave my place I am blown away by heart-stopping drumming coming up Lake Shore. I try to catch the fab drummers on video with my phone. (I fail. I can't see the bloody screen on my phone in the bright sun.) Turns out it's the Sikh community celebrating Khalsa Day. It sure was a pretty parade, all orange and yellow.
I take a few pictures, then walk up (five minutes) to the store and spend 30 minutes shopping. I walk back down and the parade is still filing through!
Later, Mom, my girls and Ceri and I have a birthday party for my mom. I make Lemon Asparagus Pasta, salad and grilled cherry tomatoes. We have cake, and we sing. We enjoy wonderful company.
It's a really good day.
The [big, important] proposal is coming together; feeling better about it than anything I've done since I started this job last June. Tired though. Ready for it to be over.
Dinner tonight with Ceri. I heat up leftover turkey chilli I'd frozen in the freezer. While messing around in that freezer I found some leftover roasted peppers and onion, and added it to the chilli. We also had salad wth bocconcini and strawberries (marinated in lemon, lemon zest, oil and wine vinegar), and pita toasted in the oven with olive oil and rosemary.
It was delicious.
(Bed now – BEFORE eleven.)
My good friend Jamie has jumped into the 365 project fray with her wonderful art. It was Jamie who got me exploring aspects of art and creativity I'd abandoned for decades. It was Jamie who introduced the idea of expressive or therapeutic art to me, and it was because of Jamie that I ultimately wanted to share all this through teaching story writing classes. Check her out at the link below, you'll love her work and her ideas.
My friend Carol is venturing on her own 365 Project: Art is Autobiographical, and we've committed to cheering each other on over the course of the year. Carol's project entails a drawing a day for a year! I applaud your creative courage, my friend! I think this will find you great rewards.
Check it out here: Art is Autobiographical
This is a 365 Project – wherein I will endeavour to post a photo a day for a year.
I needed a creative kick in the pants. And I have been wanting to get back to a more basic daily diary keeping – a basic capturing of my daily comings and goings and getting down those significant moments, without mind to "good" writing or story. Unlike my main blog, which encompasses many little stories and encounters, this project will evolve as a story over time, it will grow and change as each day unfolds.
A photo journal fits. I just like to take pictures, and I take a lot of them. Sometimes I take photographs to help me find the appropriate words later. Sometimes I just like an image and can't articulate why. Or because I don't want to forget a moment.
Sometimes there are no words.