Scenes from a walk that started with light and ended with black.

43/365

I went for a walk tonight.

I watched the sunset over Dundas Street.

I passed a round bearded man whose scent lingered in a way that made my nose crinkle.

I saw a group of teenagers standing outside of a Coffee Time.

And I saw a girl wearing a pair moccasins that seemed incongruent with the concrete she was standing on.

On my way back, I passed the same round man but this time I was on the other side of the street.

He looked like he would still smell the same.

Reading

42/365

I walked to the library today.  It was sunny and bright but I was also grateful for my scarf; that’s the kind of day it was.

I didn’t mean to but decided to try and see if my book club book was in.  It was!  But in large print.  Pause.  I went to the designated shelf anyway, just to ‘sess out the situation.  Turns out the print is large.  But large like the letters in childrens books.

Just makes me wish there were pictures too, that’s all.

This cake was delicious.

41/365

Happy Birthday, Papa G.

Win some, lose some.

40/365

We didn’t win the game today.  But there will be plenty of trophies to come and we know it.

Also: this is my 40th photo, in 40 days!

Big Games Today

39/365

1 family, 3 generations, 2 hockey sticks.

Best of 3 ends with game 3 tomorrow.

Memory Laneways

38/365

When I was a restless youth, I used to roam the prairies in my free time.  I’d take whatever car I had keys to and just drive.  For hours.

Luckily, in Alberta, this was an easy thing to do.  One friend likened the experience to driving on a treadmill (though to be fair, he was referring to Saskatchewan).

I once went on a month-long road trip where most of my days were spent driving.  I didn’t see much of the places I stopped over in.  The real joy came from the driving itself.  The freedom to explore at high speed.  And the sight of the world, wide and open, undulating and unraveling before me.

It’s a sight I haven’t seen in a long long time.

Calling it quits.

37/365

Today’s photo was supposed to be of a pie.  So was yesterday’s photo.  And maybe even some other one before that.

I have been cajoling and sweet-talking this dough for some time now.  Filling its head with all sorts of fantasies and dreams.  You will be a beautiful pumpkin pie, I promise.  You’ll be sweet and kind and everyone will love you.

Didn’t work.

It’s not ideal.

36/365

But it is what it is.

Things are gettin’ hectic around here and my desk is letting me know.

Always Watching.

35/365

Father and Son.

34/365

Wherever he goes, the jokes always follow.