T.L. Morrisey

Showing posts with label solitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label solitude. Show all posts

Saturday, June 28, 2025

Free book libraries










I like a destination when I go for a walk—I walk with purpose—a free book library is always an ideal destination. Once arrived, I can look at the books, usually take nothing, and continue on my way. I doubt people are reading as much as they used to, it seems most people walk slightly stooped over engrossed by whatever is on the screen of their smartphone; I have no idea what they find so fascinating—porn perhaps ? A text message? The latest news on some singer? World events? What? But it sure isn’t a novel or poetry they’re reading. It isn’t Dickens, it isn’t Shakespeare, it isn’t Allen Ginsberg, maybe it’s something spawned by AI, some creature crawled out of a swamp and created by a computer. Photos taken on 15 June 2025.

Saturday, June 7, 2025

Morning walk, 29 May 2025

Things seen when out walking . . .

Someone's means of transportation



In the window of an Indian restaurant on Somerled Avenue

  

The former home of Canadian poet, Irving Layton, on Monkland Avenue


A sculpture on someone's lawn
 

My mother's home on Montclair Avenue, where she lived from 1963 to 2007