Monday, October 31, 2016

Into That Darkness Peering

Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before

~Edgar Allen Poe, excerpt from "The Raven"

An Eerie All Hallows' Eve To You

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Sun Dogs at the Dog Park!!!

This photo is a personal triumph for me. Catching sun dogs intentionally has been something I've been trying to do for ages but not managing to achieve. Sometimes I catch a sun dog without trying; that's always exciting. I really don't like the look of sun dogs (or most things) added into a photo with editing software (or apps, are we supposed to call everything an app now?)

Anyway, this photo makes me happy because I tried to catch the sun dogs and succeeded. I also think it's a beautiful photo of the river valley landscape and sky.

I makes me happy.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Laid Back in his LayBak

You browse books. I browse DVDs. We all have our own ways to relax and feel mellow.

Saturday, September 3, 2016


Tiny threads, talons of death
Curling, clawing from above
Insistent, conspicuous
Life lives in leaves more lush, more bounteous, replete
Ignore that which demands, imposes, commands attention
the courteous, unobtrusive always offers more
the aesthetic, the emotional, the warmest genuine embrace
when you are ready.
to see past the dead, the gone, the pain.

For Jennifer

Friday, August 26, 2016

Monday, August 8, 2016

Q-tips,Bloody Q-tips

We keep our q-tips in a red wine glass. It's pretty.

Today, the q-tips kept coming up red. Not from the glass. From my ear.

I don't have the spoons to have a bleeding ear.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

A Spot of Unexpected Beauty

My lovely partner has little traditions that make our house a home. At Christmas, she puts green and red sugar crystals in our sugar jar, red at Valentine's, orange if she can find them at Hallowe'en.

She also keeps a tiny vase of flowers from our garden in the bathroom, on the toilet, in the months when there are flowers to be harvested. 

I didn't grow up with traditions. She is continuing ones her mother had. I don't know if her mother began them or continued little moments of beauty, of small change that mark seasons and events.

There are more. We're in Toilet Flower Season.

I love it.

I love her.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Cat Nap

I wish I had the ability to sleep at will in any position like my Salty...

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

We're Friends Now.

Nothing to see here. We have just decided to curl up together. No big. Move along.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Kuğulu Park, Ankara 2009

My Turkish-born baby in Kuğulu Park, Ankara, Turkey. Still not Canadian.

Same place, 4 years later:

With the internet lockdown in Turkey, few photos are emerging of the violence during the coup (I can't bear to post what has been shared from the Bosphorus Bridge in İstanbul where my first baby took her first steps on my 30th birthday... death, blood, my heart breaks.)

Türkiye Erdoğan tarafından tahrip edilmiştir.

Erdoğan suçlu.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

My Punk Rock Girl

She can rock out. She's announced that k.d. lang should watch out, because there's a new lesbian from Alberta who is going to be a bigger star.

She knows all the lyrics to Hallelujah but is pretty sure she sings the song better than k.d. She also knows all the lyrics to Punk Rock Girl by The Dead Milkmen, Joy by Lucinda Williams, It's A Hard Knock Life from the musical, Annie, and, courtesy of her other mother, F*ck The Pain Away by Peaches.

This girl is gonna take the world by storm. (And I'll use my good camera, not the crappy iPhone camera next time she asks for a punk cut.)

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Ama vejeteryanım

Embroidery on MRI images from my left thigh. Conducted in Turklandia (Ankara,) in 2009.

Depending on angles, my leg looks like bacon or like ham. 

Part of a larger series I'm working on about bodies, taboo, revulsion, and prudishness. 

Friday, July 15, 2016

A Wee Spot of Weather (aka torrential downpour number two, today)

 Massive torrential downpour, round two, today alone. Heavier than any to date including the earlier one in the day. Climate change, you are a bastard.

Look pixelated? That's the hail falling.

Usually this is a road, not a river.

Our eaves and troughs couldn't keep up with the onslaught.

Of course, there was beauty in it.

Puzzling, A Family Affair

We've been doing puzzles together. This one was finished tonight. We're working on a donut puzzle too. After that one of the Rosetta Stone. 1000 pieces for the first two. 800 for the artifact the Brits stole from Egypt. 

A nice way to spend family evenings.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Bird On The Wire

Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee

If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
Like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee

I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

Oh like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir have tried in my way to be free
~Leonard Cohen

Why not ask for more? I want more of this world. I want more kindness. I want less death, less murder, less pain... and until it happens, I want more people to CARE.

Everything is wrong and horrible and dripping in blood, revenge, hate and people are more interested in capturing Pokémon on illegally downloaded apps.

What is the cure for apathy???

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

A Very Special Friend Has A Birthday

So I made Indian food for her. No final product photos. Just some in progress snaps. We had a mixed vegetable curry, dry okra, kale in mustard oil (with rainbow chard and collard greens,) Gujerati green beans, green lentil dhal, pink himalayan rice, and naan bread.

And a "special" cake for dessert.

Eerie Coincidences In Pain

 Me: My doctor doesn't understand why specialists won't prescribe benzos long term. Sure, they have side effects that are dire for the liver, but isn't it better to live pain free while alive than to live longer with a healthy liver but in pain for decades? That's what she asks.

Jen: Right?!? I'd so much rather live pain free for less time than in pain for a long time. Quality of life matters.

Me: I'm just going to check the mail; I didn't have chance today.

Jen: Okay.

And this:

Not benzo, but eerie.

Also? Can someone explain how I have reached an age where chronic pain is a casual conversation topic? Didn't I just yesterday get held back by my fellow 16 year olds when I tried to offer a beer to our friend's stepfather, an RCMP officer breaking up our bush party? From reckless, drunken fun to "I need protective gear for assembling puzzles; padding for my knees and something for my back when I am leaning over the table for extended periods." Oh yes, spoke by ME, today. TODAY.

Officially old. Demographic marketing successful. Help me change how I think about pain relief. Sigh.

Monday, July 11, 2016

NOT What You Want to Find On Your Property

Last night? The night before? They blur into each other with sleeplessness: insomnia, children awake, thunder, sirens, people screaming.

There were people fighting. It might have been last night, the night before, and the one before that... it's not irregular.

Today I took recycling to the pick up point behind our garage.

I found this:

Not, for the record, a comforting discovery.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

What Love Looks Like

The only devilish thing about this devilled egg is the wicked pissah wife who made them (oh yes, more than one, though the depicted HAS been devoured) for me.

This is what love looks like. It's daily moments of care.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Glaring at Phone

This week Liam was on the couch, on his phone, glaring at it- an uncharacteristic expression for him.

Me: Liam, why are you glaring at your phone? What's wrong?

Liam: I'm not. This is just my face.

Me: No, your face doesn't usually look so angry.

Liam: I have Resting Bitch Face.

Below, the photographic evidence of his mother's recognition of the impossibility of this:

He caught me so off guard with his comment that I couldn't spout out the obvious response: "I do not think those words mean what you think they mean!"

Just laughing, probably much like above. (Isn't she beautiful???)

Shaving More Than 3 Decades But...

...still cut myself sometimes.

Bandaids under tights. Only change? 30 years ago I would NOT be caught dead in lacy tights. My bandaids were worn with pride under cords, poorly fitting 70s jeans, sporty short shorts.

Former tomboy/butch. Current proud femme. 

Friday, July 8, 2016


Gun Culture, USA. All photographs from Plymouth, Massachusetts. All photographs from one block.

Ban idiots? But one is the Republican Presidential Candidate who loves guns, hates Jewish people, and thinks the world would be better with more hate.

How do you ban the idiots when the idiots have the guns?

Disarm. Disarm. Disarm.

Sometimes the obvious and simple solutions eludes the idiots.

(The store selling "Guns Are Welcome On Premises" sign was also selling a 'vintage' Canadian $20 bill (the $20 bill in current circulation) for 25.95 USD. The bank next door? 15.33USD for 20 CAD.)

I don't think 'vintage' means what they think it means.

The idiots are S.M.R.T.

How about we ban idiots AND guns? Seems a lot more intelligent to me. And we do it EVERYWHERE. I'm not a sanctimonious Canadian who thinks Canadians are immune to gun culture. We have less access to the types of guns but every nation in the West and many in Africa, the Middle East, and South-East Asia are infected with the gun culture disease.

How many more people of colour around the world have to die before people do the right thing???

Fuck the right to bear arms! The right to not be murdered with easily accessed, automatic, military grade weapons should be a prioritized, superior right. The *anti-choicers should put their pro-life efforts into lives that exist and are being extinguished.

*anti-choicers seeking to control a woman's right to bodily autonomy will be featured in photos on this blog soon.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

All Gender Washroom: Doing It Right

I took two 10 year olds for lunch and board games at The Gamer's Lodge today.

I had to pee. The Gamer's Lodge wins for well-played (see what I did there?) and as it should be:

Black and white because it should be as simple as that.