Day 22. A favourite place I hadn't been to yet

This is the downtown of my city. But that's not the place I haven't been to. I've been there lots, and despite its sometimes stagnation and sometimes lack of character and sometimes excess of character, it's one of my favourite places.

My other favourite place, the one i haven't been to yet, is the moon.

Day 21. A journey

Just so you know, I realize it's a bit morbid to hang around in graveyards, but St.Mary's cemetery is one of the most beautiful places I know. I love it there.

Maybe because it's the final physical place for all these guys as they journey off to bigger things?

I love the feeling of the deep heavy earth, the stone graves as they contrast with the airiness and ether of the afterlife.

Day 20. Job

Day 19. Friends

Blurry picture due to wiggliness and manifested joy of depicted friendship.

Day 18. Bedtime

You know when people say they couldn't fall asleep because they had something on their mind? I don't say that. I always fall asleep. It's a true sanctuary and I love bedtime and its warm glow dimming to dark.

Day 17. Outside

Ferocious outside.

But beautiful too.

There is so much that we have tamed in this world, it's nice that in the midst of it is the wild, unchanged, unpredictable.

Day 16. Dark

I don't feel dark (foggy sometimes, hazy... bright and crisp on good days, but typically not dark) but I am here, relative to the bright white ice and the happy yellow building. It's all relative and for the sake of balance, I'll be the dark.

"From within or from behind, a light shines through us upon things, and makes us aware that we are nothing, but the light is all."

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Day 15. Handsome

Day 14. Empty

Mostly the river was empty on my walk today. Except for these hardcores who were snowshoeing and skiing and animals who haven't lost their playfulness underneath the snow.

This new (/old?) little structure just appeared today. I presume a place to sit when people are taking a break from skating/snowshoeing/skiing.

Today it was empty. The figure in the background passed it by, even.

Day 13. White

Today was a snow day! I love snow days. Especially when you have a big, frozen (now), river covered in snow to explore. There are paths carved in. One for skating and one for walking. It's pretty much bliss.

Especially for one snow-faced dog who likes to dig her entire head into the snow. Let to run on a big, white playground, the world is her oyster.

Day 12. Cold

This guy is gonna be.

As if Winnipeg's downtown is dreary, grumpy and cold enough (in demeanour) as it is.

For the record, I still like going downtown, despite my criticism. It's a place of pure potential isn't it? Rather than normal cities where things are built up around a downtown like it's a beating heart, our city's livelihood somehow goes on despite it's heart having stopped. That's pretty cool, and I'm not banking on anything, but there is still the promise of resurrection... one of my favourite things.

Day 11. Something that is hard for me

Sitting still. Forgiveness. Just being. Spontaneity. Not knowing. Surprises. Being too busy. Rushing. Moving slowly too. Sadness. Seeing sadness expressed. Choosing between a bunch of different things. Backbends. Belly breathing. A bunch of other stuff too.

Day 10. Something that is easy for me

Turning inward.

I am a recluse by nature or maybe I’ve been nurtured into it, but I like to try to balance that with expansive openness to the people around me. It’s an odd sensation to open up and to soften and to be a little vulnerable, but in some weird way, it feels right.

I feel like it would be easier in some ways to walk many roads alone. I feel like Thoreau was on to something when he went off to Walden Pond. I can barely read his book because I so envy the life that he lived there.

But something tells me that that isn’t full living. At least it isn’t what I am meant to live.

And then Thoreau says something like this:

‘How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.’ And during this time I began to wonder, was I truly living?

And I emerge from my forward fold and get clumsily back up into the world and smile, til next time. And then I do it again.

Day 9. Sweetness

Sweetness usually is associated with stuff you eat, right?

For me, this image captures the equivalent of a candy shop... A sewing store.

All of these eye-candy colours to choose from... so much vibrant creative potential.

Yum.

Day 8. Family

In many ways it would be difficult to get anything near the whole of my family into one photo. So, here is a photo of the littlest part of it, as I try to get into the photo in time for the timer and look like a weirdo at the same time. Mission accomplished, it seems.

Day 7. A Favourite Place

I presume that this was this lady’s favourite place.

Or at least it is the favourite place of someone who loves her.

It’s a pretty nice favourite place: facing the river with a big, wide open hilly field ascending up behind her. Other people who call it their favourite place, i bet, are:

• Geese in Summer and Autumn
• Kids on sleds in Winter
• People throwing frisbees
• Dogs who walk
• People who like to smell grass, see sky, watch water.
• People who sit on benches and watch the guys above.

Come to think of it, this is one of my favourite places too.

Day 6. Freedom

There is a building in my neighbourhood that somehow contains freedom within its deep, earthy red brick walls. I lived there with my sister once, in this sanctuary. She left there and chose freedom, unburdening herself from the heaviness of this world, unearthing her roots, flying away. This is the building. The paradox of it takes my breath away.

Day 5. Something that scares you

This one stumped me for awhile. Not because I'm not scared of anything (the contrary is true), but because I wasn't sure how much I should show. The other day, for example, I saw a dead rabbit on my path. It terrified me, but it's a little creepy to take pictures of roadkill, so I didn't.

Finally, I decided on this photo. It's not crisp or clean, and it's hard to see what could be lurking in the shadows or in the haziness of it. I prefer to know where things are. The grey area, the murkiness, the haze terrifies me a bit.

Day 4. Romance

Um. Probably this should be called 'bro-mance' since the romantics involved are brothers. But seriously, I kept my eyes open big today. This was the biggest romantic moment I experienced.

Day 3. Best friend

My best friend, for our purposes here today, is a parka. The North Face Arctic Parka, to be exact. (Please pardon the product placement, but I really, really appreciate this product.)

1. The ginormous hood: I can fit my ginormous head and a hat and whatever else I want in it.

2. The warmth: It lets me be outside as long as I want. I've never been cold in this jacket.

3. It looks good in the snow. Okay maybe it doesn't look good, but it doesn't look bad.

4. It's too big which means I can fit lots of other stuff underneath it. Like clothes. But I don't need to because it's that warm.

5. It has a fancy red lining which no one knows about except me. And also you:)