on my way home from time at the "y" with my one and only, i looked across the otonabee river and really felt the autumn through the colours emerging on the east bank . . . (far away, and when zoomed in closer) - gifts! i say gifts!
and then in the door of my home, a quick over the shoulder glance at the stairway and the stained glass and english ivy somehow carried the colourful whole of this day into a sort of closure as the sun fell low below the horizon that much earlier than yesterday
a beginning day with an invitation to join my friends michael and andrea for coffee, fruit and fresh out of the oven apple scones! small joys that this approaching maturity - surely but gingerly - man welcomes.
the view from my seat.
a little closer to the river...
looking west . . .
the skies later the same day under myself and my class walking to raise money for cancer research . . .
i am happy to say that i had a wonderful surprise on sherbrooke street as i was biking home and stopped in at the Electric City Bread Company for some of their astonishingly good breads and pastries, and saw that the good people at the Avant-Garden Shop (more-or-less right next door) had joined in the annual Park(ing) Day event by transforming a metered parking spot into this lovely little oasis! hurray again for my cool little town!
a victory! to leave your loneliness
panting behind you on some street corner
while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,
pink petals that have never felt loneliness,
no matter how slowly they fell.
i rode my bike down to cobourg right after school. there was a good headwind all the way, so i stopped in millbrook at the pastry peddler for some crazy good quiche and a huge pastry. i got back on the road down to cobourg, and rode up and over the oak ridges moraine finally ariving in cobourg just in time to wish my buddy rick baker good luck with his photography and prose exhibition down in rochester. that's right - i yelled across lake ontario and i bet rick heard!
the photograph is taken down at monk's cove in cobourg at that moment . . . .