Made in Montreal

It's been a very cold winter and it looks like it will continue being very cold until the end of March. Here are photographs from a walk...

 

 

  The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught the streaks of winter rai...

 

  Restaurant Julien The Bay in the distance At The Bay At The Bay Phillips Square and The Bay on the left 

  Most explicit— the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges once more— but wh...

  To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads when a gr...

  When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look You...

  2024 What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The luster of the eye? Is it for beauty to forego her wreath? —Yes, but ...

  This is what the end of February looked like fourteen years ago, in 2012. This has been a very mild winter and no one wants to return to t...