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The Making of Small

Ants, acorns, daisies, all the tiny things that we tend to overlook or take for granted, yet they make up the details of our beautiful world … THE MAKING OF SMALL I hold a pebble                       in my hand curve fingers … Continue reading

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On the Beach

This month was renamed in 8 BC in honour of Augustus Ceasar as it was the month of several of his greatest triumphs. There are other interesting oddities about this month: first week, from 1st to 7th, is International Clown … Continue reading

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At Ucluelet

Being on the edge of the Pacific means there are wrecks, lots of them. Some are shipping hazardous, others draw divers who go deep to swim through the skeletal remains. And then there’s the ship than hung up on the … Continue reading

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A Wet Day

Abecedarian poems are fun to write. In this one, the first line begins with ‘z’ and ends with ‘a’ and from there on it follows through the alphabet. I’m not entirely sure that it makes a great deal of sense, … Continue reading

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Blue Wine

When the sun shines directly overhead, sky and sea can merge, spilling mirages over the world. Everything then becomes lit with mystery and magic … A A BLUE WINE                                   the sea rests in my cup I drink salt and wait … Continue reading

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The Skipping

At one time or another we all send stones skipping across waves, trying to see how many skips we can get. It’s fun and oddly relaxing, though there is often a competitive element, watching waves, counting the skips. It’s also … Continue reading

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3 Wind Haiku

March winds blow strong and wild. It’s great fun to be down along the shoreline when a storm comes through, waves build and crash, foam and sail-boards fly. Then there’s kite-flying and other excitements … **** grandson learns to fly … Continue reading

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