Feeds:
Posts
Comments

s.p.a.d.i.n.a.31.

Summertime
Photo
A
Day:
Inhumane
Needs of
Art Departments

I will be working late on my favourite number-day of the year, 721.

Steve‘s, Westmount, Montreal
It’s sort of like I’m there.

s.p.a.d.i.n.a.30.

Summertime
Photo
A
Day:
Incidental
NausicaƤn
Adventure

Rosehill Reservoir

s.p.a.d.i.n.a.29.

Summertime
Photo
A
Day:
Inclemency
Never
Affects

Leaning in for a good listen,
College Street

s.p.a.d.i.n.a.28.

Summertime
Photo
A
Day:
Introspection
Neutralises
All

Today I slept on a public bench in the sun. Then I went to the garden.

s.p.a.d.i.n.a.27.

Summertime
Photo
A
Day:
Incepting a
National
Anniversary

I said, are you sure you should do that?
He said, well as a matter of fact…
I’ll put it on my calendar, consider it booked.
And ever since then
We’ve celebrated when
It pops up yearly on Microsoft Outlook

Happy Gary O’Brien Day!

s.p.a.d.i.n.a.26.

Summertime
Photo
A
Day:
I’m
Numb.
And I worked late.

Friday, Bloor and Lansdowne

s.p.a.d.i.n.a.25.

Summertime
Photo
A
Day:
Inconsolable.
Nefarious
Abduction!

I came home to find my bike was stolen.
I do not have many possessions I like more than my bike.
I am, at the moment, inconsolable.

I took the below photo about 10 days ago. I liked that beside my bike was locked a totally brash sticker’d-up clunky purple wonder.

It made me think of the reality that often we simply cannot choose who we interact with. There are so many who might ruffle our feathers and all we can do is play the cards we’re dealt.

I love you
I miss you

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 82 other followers