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Short: Dusting
The inevitable happened. We woke up this morning to the first snow of the season. True, it wasn’t much more than a light dusting, bits of white clustered onto the outdoor furniture and holding stubbornly onto the shady places in the still-green grass. But it was snow. Just a little bit. Though enough to signal
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How to Draw; a Poem
I’ve been doing a lot of sketching and watercolour in my free time. I won’t claim that it’s anything amazing … not yet … but I’m enjoying my newfound hobby and I feel like I’m starting to see the world in one of two ways, things that I could paint or things that I would
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Fall Colours
During my exhausting trail half marathon this past weekend I may have tired myself out good and proper, but I managed to keep enough mental focus to nab some photos of my adventures through the autumn foliage. Of course when one is running an epic wilderness race carrying proper camera equipment is out of the
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Equinox
four hundred and sixtymeters per secondtracking a prograde elliptical orbitan average of nearlyone hundred and fifty million kilometersaround a nuclear fireballimmenseseven hundred thousand kilometers widea wet ball of rockbarely sixty three hundred kilometers thickaskew on her axistwenty-three degreestouches a mathematical momentbriefly marking the progress throughcold space againstever-shifting durations of light uponher surfacenudging atmospheric variationstriggering biological
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Last Day of Summer
And just like that the leaves turned yellow, the air felt crisper, and another summer drifted into memory. In three short months we managed to squeeze in quite a lot of action, particularlly considering that the world was still fairly locked down with this pandemic. We visited the mountains for two weeks across two separate