A photography instructor in university defined the utility of the camera as
a means of drawing with light.

I like this blur. I hear it is good medicine to let the details go, soften our
focus, loosen our grip on fixed impressions,

exhale …

… inhale.

Be reminded that memory is a distant ocean of slippery details; the fish
are hard to catch. Inclined to separate the waters into “good” and “bad”,
“sweet” and “sour”, eventually we concede, colliding bone-tired, bone-dry.

Oceans are all one : water,water everywhere.

All caught up in traffic with one another, the lights in our heads say;

walk/don’t walk …

stop/go.

“Twelve highlanders and a bagpipe make a rebellion”
~ Scottish proverb

It is a thing of great beauty to arrive at Yonge & Bloor hearing the bless-ed caterwaul that brought terror to the Roman heart rising high above the dread drone of traffic and incessant regooding just north of here … it stirs a vivid hope in me. I mean the sturdy sort of hope that holds up under heavy weather and lasts awhile without fresh reason. I suppose we might call that sort faith under duress whereas on an easy sunny afternoon with a full belly and something constructive to do, faith is considerably easier to muster.

It would be good to see a polished oil-driven Triumph get a ticket more
often, I like to ride my bicycle, I like to ride my bike. I like to ride my
bicycle, I like to ride it where I like …

” …tic, toc, …” go the clocks.

Imminence …