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Goin’ to the Arcade Fire after party with @alison_crump woohoo! #arcadefire #reflektor

Goin’ to the Arcade Fire after party with @alison_crump woohoo! #arcadefire #reflektor

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This little ball of fur might just fit in my carry-on…. #kuujjuaq (at Kuujjuaq, Quebec)

This little ball of fur might just fit in my carry-on…. #kuujjuaq (at Kuujjuaq, Quebec)

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Wings

Where do the wings of an owl end?
Like fractal feathers they extend
out into the night,
softening the swoop and
flick
of intention.
Heat shimmers from the aelerons
distorting the end of things.
Let it go.

Do we leave behind what has made us?

~I have a Mexican creeping plant at home given to me by a dear friend. As it grows, tiny leaves spring out from the tip of the spiked thick leaves. They fall and take root. That is how I received them.~

Leaves like fingernail shavings,
expectant, hopeful, delicate
tendrils reaching,
yearning.

Do we leave behind feathers or roots?

~I suppose a bit of both.~

A hair on a pillow that makes you smile.
A toothbrush awaiting your return.
Part of all we have known,
flying silently in the moonlight
leaving thoughts of our selves
behind.

Wings

Where do the wings of an owl end?
Like fractal feathers they extend
out into the night,
softening the swoop and
flick
of intention.
Heat shimmers from the aelerons
distorting the end of things.
Let it go.

Do we leave behind what has made us?

~I have a Mexican creeping plant at home given to me by a dear friend. As it grows, tiny leaves spring out from the tip of the spiked thick leaves. They fall and take root. That is how I received them.~

Leaves like fingernail shavings,
expectant, hopeful, delicate
tendrils reaching,
yearning.

Do we leave behind feathers or roots?

~I suppose a bit of both.~

A hair on a pillow that makes you smile.
A toothbrush awaiting your return.
Part of all we have known,
flying silently in the moonlight
leaving thoughts of our selves
behind.

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Wings
Where do the wings of an owl end?
Like fractal feathers they extend
out into the night,
softening the swoop and
flick
of intention.
Heat shimmers from the aelerons
distorting the end of things.
Let it go.

Do we leave behind what has made us?

~I have a Mexican creeping plant at home given to me by a dear friend. As it grows, tiny leaves spring out from the tip of the spiked thick leaves. They fall and take root. That is how I received them.~

Leaves like fingernail shavings,
expectant, hopeful, delicate
tendrils reaching,
yearning.

Do we leave behind feathers or roots?

~I suppose a bit of both.~

A hair on a pillow that makes you smile.
A toothbrush awaiting your return.
Part of all we have known,
flying silently in the moonlight
leaving thoughts of our selves
behind. 

Wings
Where do the wings of an owl end?
Like fractal feathers they extend
out into the night,
softening the swoop and
flick
of intention.
Heat shimmers from the aelerons
distorting the end of things.
Let it go.

Do we leave behind what has made us?

~I have a Mexican creeping plant at home given to me by a dear friend. As it grows, tiny leaves spring out from the tip of the spiked thick leaves. They fall and take root. That is how I received them.~

Leaves like fingernail shavings,
expectant, hopeful, delicate
tendrils reaching,
yearning.

Do we leave behind feathers or roots?

~I suppose a bit of both.~

A hair on a pillow that makes you smile.
A toothbrush awaiting your return.
Part of all we have known,
flying silently in the moonlight
leaving thoughts of our selves
behind. 

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Heating up at #samjam11 Fundraiser for the Sam Lazarus fund #kanawana (at Royal West Academy)

Heating up at #samjam11 Fundraiser for the Sam Lazarus fund #kanawana (at Royal West Academy)

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Watching the moon. Takes a while to set up the telescope to the right focal length, etc. can’t find the moon filter unfortunately. So beautiful. To the naked eye it looks so smooth around the edges, so perfect and round. Examined more closely the craters that scar her surface create frayed edges like the feathers of the owl I saw today. Huge wings, so quietly it flew across the path, was absorbed in the trees. So I sit a little longer in moon-glow. Reminded of an activity we did in a qualitative inquiry class using the story Owl Moon to create poems. Applied the technique to our research. Amazing how much more we understand about our research, about the process of generating data and about ourselves through arts-informed research. (Yes, my thoughts are ambling).

Watching the moon. Takes a while to set up the telescope to the right focal length, etc. can’t find the moon filter unfortunately. So beautiful. To the naked eye it looks so smooth around the edges, so perfect and round. Examined more closely the craters that scar her surface create frayed edges like the feathers of the owl I saw today. Huge wings, so quietly it flew across the path, was absorbed in the trees. So I sit a little longer in moon-glow. Reminded of an activity we did in a qualitative inquiry class using the story Owl Moon to create poems. Applied the technique to our research. Amazing how much more we understand about our research, about the process of generating data and about ourselves through arts-informed research. (Yes, my thoughts are ambling).

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Found these photos in my camera+ library. Decided not to filter them. An especially interesting (to me) find as I just got back my b&w film from this wander on the ice floes in #salluit . Comparing the light in similar scenes. Finding that I love the sharpness, contrast, clean lines in the film shots. These little clin d’œil shots were taken at the same moment facing in opposite directions. I love how the sun surrounds you, hugs the horizon in the arctic. Love the blues that glow from hardened ice. Love the stillness of that bay, thinking I could rotate the photo and the ice could be a darkened cloud. Hope you find beauty in your day. #nofilter #noedit

Found these photos in my camera+ library. Decided not to filter them. An especially interesting (to me) find as I just got back my b&w film from this wander on the ice floes in #salluit . Comparing the light in similar scenes. Finding that I love the sharpness, contrast, clean lines in the film shots. These little clin d’œil shots were taken at the same moment facing in opposite directions. I love how the sun surrounds you, hugs the horizon in the arctic. Love the blues that glow from hardened ice. Love the stillness of that bay, thinking I could rotate the photo and the ice could be a darkened cloud. Hope you find beauty in your day. #nofilter #noedit

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… And the final preparation for a teenage boy. Nutella and icing sugar. I’ll have a dab of ginger marmalade I think.

… And the final preparation for a teenage boy. Nutella and icing sugar. I’ll have a dab of ginger marmalade I think.

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Weekend cinnamon pancakes and slow espresso. In the absence of a golden dawn, I will golden the table with warmth.

Weekend cinnamon pancakes and slow espresso. In the absence of a golden dawn, I will golden the table with warmth.

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Looking back through #salluit sunset pics. Working at the hotel after a day’s teaching, watching the sky and inlet ripple through the spectrum, window open to the cool arctic wind, bird-song and laughter of children. Paradise? Perhaps. Although I think paradise is more a state of being than a geographic location. I hope this finds you all in a state of peace. Be well. Be awesome. #nofilter #noedit

Looking back through #salluit sunset pics. Working at the hotel after a day’s teaching, watching the sky and inlet ripple through the spectrum, window open to the cool arctic wind, bird-song and laughter of children. Paradise? Perhaps. Although I think paradise is more a state of being than a geographic location. I hope this finds you all in a state of peace. Be well. Be awesome. #nofilter #noedit