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Masks - In Clear-cut Planes
May. 18th, 2008 07:28 amThe poem is Walter Strachan's In Clear-cut Planes. The illustration is an etching by Natalie d'Arbeloff. Both taken from Masks as described earlier.
May. 18th, 2008
My nose is froze
May. 18th, 2008 11:42 amIt's a cold, wet long weekend Sunday in the Tdot. I biked out to the end of the Leslie Street Spit in a steady drizzle and despite being frozen I got a few pictures.
I like the spit. It's a funny place. It's a long spit of land providing shelter to the harbour. There is a long term plan for the area whereby fill from construction sites in the city is dumped there to create artificial wetland habitat so it's a strange mix of rubbish dump and nature reserve. On a day like today when land, lake and sky merge into a birdsong filled greyness it really feels like somewhere like Minsmere but with a great city in the background.
( Pictures )
I like the spit. It's a funny place. It's a long spit of land providing shelter to the harbour. There is a long term plan for the area whereby fill from construction sites in the city is dumped there to create artificial wetland habitat so it's a strange mix of rubbish dump and nature reserve. On a day like today when land, lake and sky merge into a birdsong filled greyness it really feels like somewhere like Minsmere but with a great city in the background.
( Pictures )