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Haleakala Crater, Maui, 9740 Ft. L-R Jackie, Vicky, Anne-Marie (Mia), Lyn When we (on the left) were young, and visited the Rocky Mountains in the summer, The Three Sisters were always pointed out. Hey, that’s us! Then in 2004 we met Lyn, our oldest sister, a secret since childhood. Now we have another mountain, Haleakala,

… without writing a word. What I did on my summer vacation: Book Art with Holly Dean (Art + Play) offered in Port Hope by Loyalist College as part of their new summer arts program. We had a week of mixed media fun learning on the one hand to let go of measuring, overthinking, and

Yesterday’s Art Salon was a little Contemplative Photography field trip to the Cobourg Ecology garden and the salvage littered brownlands behind Legacy. Vicky forgot her camera bag and was reduced to using her old iPhone camera. I was using my old film camera. Vicky shares my disdain for trying to photograph something with only a

Today my father would have been 97. Looking back, here he is in about 1970 with Rob at the ranch that he bought east of Brooks Alberta. Looking forward, the book I have written about him and his ranch has found a publisher! I spent the last year and a half writing an intertwined memoir

Another look at contemplative photography: world as collage. Is this image anything more than light and shadow, shapes and colours? Is this singular image ever likely to be recaptured as it appears here? Every day the sun will be higher in the sky, the shadows cast on a different part of the wall, the vegetation

Daylight Savings Time! I’m not going to ask the all-knowing what we are saving daylight from. The whole thing is another of humanity’s absurd attempts to control the disinterested natural world. Light was the focus of this week’s contemplative photography study; how light changes that disinterested world and and our perception of it; how we

These Fridays, late winter, early spring, I am taking a Miksang Photography course with John McQuade called Child of Illusion. The title refers to the mind training slogan, ‘post-meditation be a child of illusion’, and reminds you to look at the world as a child would. The photograph is an example of Colour as Colour,

I pray my hands together pointing up into the godless silence like an arrow the arrow I just yanked from my own ribs I’m not impenetrable This poem arose from a poetry workshop. The exercise involved a mind map, and, well, arrows! February is the longest shortest month of the year and I seem to