Tag Archives: time

petroglyphs

Posted on March 25, 2020 by Joanna M. Weston

We were exploring one of the Gulf Islands last fall and came across some very old petroglyphs, barely distinguishable so worn they were, but very evocative in an open glade, surrounded by cedars … PETROGLYPHS the grief and pain                                        of … Continue reading →

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Stories Untold

Posted on February 19, 2020 by Joanna M. Weston

I was looking at old black and white photos recently, many of them uncaptioned so I had to guess who was who and where they were … STORIES UNTOLD I wonder whose houses stand against smiling skies                 whose eyes close … Continue reading →

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Not to Hurry

Posted on December 4, 2019 by Joanna M. Weston

Three weeks to Christmas and I’m trying to get ahead of myself and the season … NOT TO HURRY the house smells of baking                    shortbread in the oven mince pies to be made I try to make cookies early    seal … Continue reading →

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Old Photograph

Posted on January 2, 2019 by Joanna M. Weston

Happy New Year to you all. It’s a time of looking forward but also of looking back; the year has rolled over and stored memories come back to haunt me … OLD PHOTOGRAPH the past opens at this tiny universe … Continue reading →

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With Nothing to Hold Onto

Posted on November 14, 2018 by Joanna M. Weston

There are days when I wonder if I have done anything at all, yet I’ve been busy, the hours have flown by, but what can I see that I’ve accomplished? A poem or two, some critiquing, emails … WITH NOTHING … Continue reading →

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3 rock haiku

Posted on October 17, 2018 by Joanna M. Weston

We pass rocky cliffs on our way in and out of Victoria. Our beaches tend towards piled rocks and pebbles. It’s easy to think of them as changeless but they do wear down over time … rock scraped clean eons … Continue reading →

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Beyond

Posted on November 1, 2017 by Joanna M. Weston

November’s birthstone is the Topaz, in particular the yellow stone; the  flower is chrysanthemum (I love the rich copper coloured ones). There are several days, apart from Remembrance Day, to notice: the 13th is World Kindness Day; the 14th is … Continue reading →

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The Making of Small

Posted on August 16, 2017 by Joanna M. Weston

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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Self Portrait as Thursday

Posted on August 9, 2017 by Joanna M. Weston

Somehow Thursday never seems to be an important day in the week: in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, Arthur Dent says: “This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays”. I’m not sure … Continue reading →

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The After Image

Posted on March 1, 2017 by Joanna M. Weston

Just recently I discovered a great-aunt, Georgiana Houghton, who was an artist and is now becoming well-known. She lived in the late 19th century, and her paintings are incredible, I’ve posted one here … A THE AFTER IMAGE                                        celebrate the … Continue reading →

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