Made in Montreal

 

  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...

  Cedar and jagged fir uplift sharp barbs against the gray and cloud-piled sky; and in the bay blown spume and windrift and thin, bitter spr...

 

  It was 6C and rainy; fog settled over the soccer field.                   

Photographs taken on 06 December 2023.