In my experience important events happen in clusters of dates, these are meaningful for specific people; there is a synchronicity of dates. For instance, two friends were born on January 15; they are Audrey Keyes (Veeto) who died last October, she was my first friend in life, someone I knew from age four or five. The second friend was Artie Gold who I met in the early 1970s, Artie was my first poet friend. Artie died in February 2007. A third friend, Paul Leblond, was born on January 16; he died suddenly in 2015. My friend Pat McCarty, with whom I traveled the length of California and down into Baha California in April 1976, died eleven years ago, on January 18, 2007. Pat was a truly lovely person and I still miss him. Note added on 31 August, 2022: I've just learned that Pat McCarty's birthday is January 21 (not sure of the year, possibly 1947); this is the same date as my wife's birthday, she was born on 21 January. A final date, January 14, 1965 is when I began keeping a diary, something I have done on a daily basis since then, it has changed my life, it has helped to fulfill my life. All of these significant occurrences are clustered around the mid-January dates.
And now we turn to winter! Mid-January winter photographs.
Here are photos taken yesterday, on Greene Avenue in Westmount and then on the drive home along Cote St. Antoine Road.
Here are photos taken yesterday, on Greene Avenue in Westmount and then on the drive home along Cote St. Antoine Road.
Pinocchio outside the old Nicholas Hoare Bookstore on Greene Avenue |
Walking along Greene Avenue |
This is Congregation Shaar Hashomayim, Leonard Cohen's family synagogue; it is where his song "You Want it Darker" was recorded |
Murray Hill Park; I suppose the green snow fencing is intended to keep people from tobogganing down the hill |
Fire Station/Caserne 34 between Decarie and Girouard |
That's St. Augustine Catholic Church on the right, just after Girouard Avenue; the church closed and it is now River Side Church |
That's the Loyola Campus of Concordia University, almost at the end of Sherbrooke Street West, almost home |
2 comments:
Nice photos. I hope as you get older that more friends appear to take up the space that the deaths of your past friends leave. I, in fact, hope this for all of us as this is a common need as we get older.
Hi Judith, I hope so too; it seems unlikely right now but who knows? We all need other people even if for only a half hour a day...
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