Tag: Arts
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Irony at Advent
A brilliantly sunny, cold, frosty morning. A few days ago we drove to Boston. It was equally cold but more frosty and the trees sparkled, backlit by the early morning sun. Sorry to say there are no photos. Sunday we joined one of Jennie’s twins, Daniel, and his wife, Katie, for pre-Chanukah latkes, a brief…
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Thanksgiving Eve
We awoke to fading overnight rain. For a brief time the sly partially cleared revealing a lovely winterish sunrise. I had to go into my primary care office for a routine blood draw and joined what became a longish line waiting outside for the lab to open. Fortunately the morning is on the warm side…
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On “The Shapes of Native Nonfiction”
A bright, seasonably cool day. The stiff breezes of the past few days have finally subsided somewhat. Wait! As soon as I wrote this the wind picked up and is moving the mostly bare tree branches vigorously. I’ve been reading experimental essays by a host of Native American writers in Shapes of Native Nonfiction, edited…
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Veterans’ Day Eve
A wet, calm, densely foggy day, leaves floating ever so slowly down in drifts of colour. Last night we had an intense thunderstorm, lightening rippling across the sky in all directions. The heavy rain stripped most of the leaves from our trees, although a few maples are insistently holding on to colour. I have not…
