The Last Art Gallery (Part II)
“I stepped onto the stone with both feet and this is what I saw. Again the glowing puff of cloud …
“I stepped onto the stone with both feet and this is what I saw. Again the glowing puff of cloud …
I vividly recall the day I sat reading a book nearly twenty-five years ago and my literature professor scurried by, …
“I exist as I am, that is enough, if no other in the world be aware I sit content, And …
I was a teacher once. I even taught an ex-diplomat, an amazing man who had been Canadian High Commissioner to …
“And will it be always so? Surely, in its great lines. Life changes it’s instruments and its decorations, but never …
I was standing in front of the ‘Recent Arrivals’ shelf in a bookstore down a few steps from the busy …
“Daddy, I’m puking!” Ah, the sweet open innocence of youth! But is this a harbinger of things to come? For …
Do you here that? bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk! It’s the sound of the hero’s fall in James Joyce’s hallucinatory behemoth Finnegans Wake. And …
After dinner yesterday I slipped quietly out the back door and rather than stop by the local pub for an …
It is Sunday and I have a few hours to spare. I am dropped downtown with my camera in hand …