Do you remember those camping trips near someone’s back yard, but sort of in the woods that young boys used to go on? I am sure that scary stories were part and parcel with those trips. Well, this group of boys didn’t quite have the camping trip they had planned on…
http://shewolfy728.wordpress.com/2007/07/31/my-big-brother-says/
The story is at my blog, Wolf Dreams.
A thoughtful fellow named Jonathan decides to share the bounty of his garden with the woodland creatures and has an adventure he was not expecting….
In Paris, two years ago, I was given a gift that still touches my heart. A recent communication with a temporary Parisian prompted me to write of this gift, and here it is:
The giving of a gift blesses the giver as well as the receiver.
For those of you interested in visiting this gallery when you are in Vancouver it is on East Hastings, just past the fashionable bits of gastown on the south side of the street, at least it will be there until this block also falls to the demolition plans of the city to restructure everything for those two weeks of the winter olympics without any concerns for the needs of the population which now, because life has handed some lemons is their rat infested, bedbug riddled homes. The question is …the rest of this article…
Another Marcel Proust sighting, from a distance…but I know it’s him.
It no doubt give away my age that I was a big fan of the old series “The Prisoner”, which evolved from the earlier Danger Man, Secret Agent with Patrick McGoohan. It was a surreal re-education camp for spies who knew too much but were too good to be merely snuffed out. Large globes would keep strong minded individuals from wandering away and without ability to communicate with the world. That’s how I started on this series of images, as an homage – tongue in cheek – to “The Prisonert;, via some big brother discussions of late.
Notably the matter of…..the rest at:
http://www.afinemes.com/wpress/2007/07/20/studies-on-globalisms/
Away from home. A little frightening at 14 but I had an inner drive wanting to dance as much as ordinary mortals want to eat, drink and sleep. I did not want to dance, I had to, and then, in the late 60s….More at:
http://www.afinemes.com/wpress/2007/07/19/a-whole-month-as-a-dancer/
or
http://baletta.wordpress.com/2007/07/19/a-whole-month-as-a-dancer/
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