So peaceful, this end of September 2013.


In the growing dark of the season I can feel what is timeless and eternal – the breathing of the fall wind, the lap of waves on the breakwall of the harbour.  The summer birds have flown, but even the starlings and chickadees that remain are asleep still, while the blue planet spins massive, elipsing the sun, dancing with Venus and the moon.


I’m on my way to Toronto this morning, to go to the AGO & witness Weiwei’s exhibit, and then the Jazz Bistro for david sereda’s final of a month of Sundays.  I feel full and blessed and oh so very happy to be alive in this world.

I leave in darkness, while these paintings slumber.  They will be awake when I return, no doubt.