Felt & Fabric, Poetry, Writing

For the Nighthawks

I often cry while listening to the news during the pandemic. The news, not new, of horrible murder and racism in the United States, not unique to that place, of old people dying in squalid long-term non-care homes in my province, of the poor, the discarded dying more often than the comfortable. So far, I… Continue reading For the Nighthawks

Nature Photography, Printmaking

The Birds of 1988

Spring is here and flowers are coming into bud wildly. The scillas have gone, but redbuds are just appearing and yesterday I saw cherry blossoms and their devotees in Trinity Bellwoods Park--a downtown west end park. Spring also means the return of birds and their songs. I hear cardinals, robins and sparrows daily. Last week… Continue reading The Birds of 1988