in search of a lost chord

the gravitational anomalies that are
recorded in the white paint in the
time that the paint took to
navigate the sea of other colours
will allow the exact time and
location in this universe
that the painting was made

moon

‎when love is learning

how might the chips

fall differently ?

when watching the 

moon-rise at midnight

knowing the moon will see

the sunrise

when nostalgia is included

in the definition of love

of course the senate has to be

 a squabble fest‎

"sober second thought"

 intended‎

a discussion from 

different perspectives‎

not a rubber stamp‎

Coco and 2%- no sugar

Scotch‎ for the pain

and imagining the 

small boat‎ fishery

off the west coast of

Scotland and kneeling

as pain relief 

mistaken for 

piety,

 pity the trusting

and the desparate

for they were taken in

and that's our roots so

what's wrong with

love as learning and

change as a consequence

because chips will always fall 

as they may‎

here 

and on the

Ile of Islay‎

october day

What would Kali think?

neutrinos have mass... and attitude

Zen and the Art of Tractor Maintenance

zen and the art when
you take them apart
without serious damage
to either
and remove the rust
and the mistakes of another
and take time to ponder
with sanders and grinders
wire wheels and air chisels
just what might constitute
a long term solution
to the rust and the canyon
while soaking the parks
to soften old lead
then epoxy with fibre
and aluminum paint
then grey with sienna
and ureka the floor mats
cut into strips to
fill up the canyon
with rubber and air
instead of sheet metal
and rub everything
with bedding compound
like tucking it in
with a sigh of relief
and thanks to the makers
for integrity

White Pine both young and old

walking in the woods
looking for the seedlings
planted this spring
a gang of deer
took off
with a few flashes
of white
I Listen to
Mother Nature
for advise on
forest husbandry
and find the
White Pine youngsters
thriving in their new
neighbourhood





























This White Pine‎ from which this board

was cut germinated about 400 years ago.
I salvaged it when I was 25 for
cupboards in the house that I was building.
It was from the attic floor of a 150 year-old stone

Georgian farm house‎ near Streetsville
where I grew up.
The old White Pine may have grown up
in the woods where I have lived for
35 years. The original forest here included 

White Oak and White Pine 

but the regrowth has become predominantly Maple.
This old Pine and it's neighbour's were
also cut into timbers for the farm's
barns, some of which are looking on from
the woodshed and tractor Taj.
 I touch the‎ Pine every day in
the kitchen‎ cupboards ‎. 
‎The 24x21 in. piece that i'm painting
and carving was part of one end
of the original kitchen cabinets which
have subsequently been rebuilt
with Butternut, Beech and Ash
from the property‎.
It's a perfect late summer day
for hanging out with the forest creatures 

while bring in the  firewood

but a valve stem let go 

on one of the

1939 tractors so

one form of bliss

is exchanged 

for another