And he was alone in the wilderness

Trees and JQ Bridge, almost done...

So, I've now amassed about 1800 pics for this series, which will soon become a video, and will of course be posted here to reward you for your patience.

I'm just waiting for it to snow, and then I will have completed a full year-long, day-by-day cycle of snow, melt, spring, summer, fall, and snow again.

Seekling

a perch atop a leafless pinnacle
pale blue air wind
blowing cool in hazy sunlight

who has left, who remains
to stay or go, we wonder
but the question remains
because there is always an elsewhere

and yet you wonder why
this hasn't turned out like you wanted
and you wonder where
you will find the way out
and you didn't realize
that the answer is Nowhere

portrait

Survival

Aggressive I must have you
Solidarity I must have you

Survival I must have you
Enjoyment I must have you

I must have you

Frankfurt on the Rhine

Teaching Religion in the Schools

Jill Barber @ the Park Theatre

Montreal Dons Its Grey November Trenchcoat

You
always wore
a stone grey trenchcoat
in November

It
always suited you better
when it snowed

You
always let the zombies come out
on Sunday night
and let the pigeons and bums
feed on your waste

You
rang church bells
in my backyard
every night at six

You
were always so kind
to me
and my bicycle

You
always
amazed me
by becoming
so much more
beautiful
in May

Amazing

Local Folk

You are Winter

You always get so dark, so early and
You cannot expect us to stay.
You certainly can't keep us here all of our lives but
You can depend on us coming back, even if
You are cold.
You watch the ice and snow blow and
You are the wind
You meet me with every secret and
You unite us on this front.
You are winter.

low water level

brilliant petals dull the speed of time
moonlit motion puts me in my mind
and abstract longing must be put aside

slipping icely under powerlines
to put it nicely is your gift sublime
reaching out I touch the air - rewind

mess me up and don't care for the signs
edge me out - I know you are the kind
give it up, who are you trying to find?

Cycle 2

How do you
manage

the
fly
paper
dangling just
behind your cerebellum
there
in the blind spot
around
everything you already know:

dark corners hold no secrets.

Custom

This is the everyday things
that you can take and make
your own and the ways in
which you must negotiate
with everyone.

This is the substance of
and the layers above and
the in-between.

This is the heartbeat
this is the currency
the path and the pathless
as one.

Your way is not my way,
that is the way.

The only way,
our custom,
customized.

City Poem (Group Poetry Activity)

you hill and cresent
you move and groan
you, shrouded and adorned, are dancing
you slip and lurch
you filter
you rail
you ask so much of me
you change directions
you make no promises
you snarl
you do

Are

You can't tell me,
you know -
you wouldn't.
You would?
You see, I never thought that
you would follow through,
you always just made do, and yet
you never cease to surprise me,
you sly one,
you.

#2

you with your dozens of languages
you with your endless parade of beauty
you clinging to a mountainside
you on your small island
you who will vanish once the glaciers return
you with your too-many women to be real
you with your wise old trees
you with your poverty and riots
you need me like i need you,
you must stay here, we must make a home.

"On this spot, in 1608, de Maisonneuve, after defeating a numerically superior force, killed the Iroquois chief AVEC SES PROPRES MAINS"

you with de Maisonneuve's cross high above
you to help forget that
you don't belong here either, to forget that
you don't own this land any more than me,
you, dur et pur,
you, hard and pure,
you like to say, yet
you sound like
you've forgotten that
you stole this land too.