Monday, Retired. . . .
I suspect I’m not alone in finding that Monday morning continues to exert a sense of obligation, sometimes even urgency, a prodding back to busy-ness after the weekend’s changed rhythm. And I might not be…
View PostI suspect I’m not alone in finding that Monday morning continues to exert a sense of obligation, sometimes even urgency, a prodding back to busy-ness after the weekend’s changed rhythm. And I might not be…
View PostWe’re just back from a two-day getaway at Harrison Hot Springs Resort, a two-hour drive from Vancouver, but an entirely different world. Paul (also known here as Pater) booked the stay as a belated–or perhaps,…
View PostWe’re off paddling this morning, but I have just enough time to share a couple of pages from my Bordeaux sketchbook. . . Top left, the sheep’s yoghurt I loved (the shapely little glass decorated…
View PostWith apologies to Steve Earle. . . and with many thanks to you for your empathy. . . Thought it might reassure you to know that I sketched a page in my journal yesterday. It…
View PostSince our first visit to Bordeaux eight years ago, I’ve been fascinated by the city’s wealth of mascarons. Apparently, there are some 3000 of these faces–the majority, perhaps, realistic, but many fantastic or comic — carved from…
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