Blog # 175...March 2026
One winter morning many years ago, my next door neighbour Lesley called excitedly to tell me there was a snowy owl perched on the roof of the hoiese across the laneway from us. I rushed out on the 3rd floor deck without stopping for a coat amd watched until freezing set in. When I shared this amazing experience with my friend Robert, he gave me this photo, taken near Collingwood where we used to ski. I've had many pets over the years...this one sits quietly over my desk as I'm writing this, not demanding anything but my admiration
February has been Black History Month with some great art in the subway stations, and attention directed to contributions made by Balck citizens that may have gone unnoticed. I was touched by many of the stories featured on CBCand spent some time imagining the early Black residents who settled my neighbourhood. Deborah Brownand her family lived several doors away, I wish I'd had a chance to know them.
Artificial intelligence is all over the air waves these days, accomplishing both good and evil, There's much pondering whether it will ever take over and leave us floundering in the.dust. I heard an interview with science and nature writer Michael Pollen recently about his latest book, A World Appears... journey into consciousness. It looks encouraging as he reminds us that our brains have distinct areas of thinking and feeling, unique to each indiividual, and difficult to replicate, unlike computers with hardware and interchangeable software. He explores the mysteries of consciousness combining insights from a broad range of fields, including neuroscience, philosophy, literature, and the study of psychedelics. It's all about our favourite subject, ourselves, and sounds like a worthwhile read.
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| Church parking lot on a 19th cetury Sunday |
I promised to share impressions of the show of winter art at Ottawa's National Gallery\last month. Since we're g.hrough a winter that seems endless, it was great to be cosy inside and admiring the beauty of winter captured in paintings and sculptires...a sort of hygge (remember that?) Whole rooms were devoted to winter light and abstractions, those wonderful shapes created by snow and ice
There were many highlights, I particularly loved a piece by Kathleen Moir Morris, a Quebec artist who painted with the Beaver Hall group and whose talent surpassed her disablement with cerebral palsy. Indigenous artis are well represented with a room devoted to clothing created and worn to survive the cold, sleds and implements to hunt and cook.The walls of the final room of the show are lined with the many words for snow, my favourite was snowdrift caused by wind.
March brings longer days of light, International Women's Day, the ides, St Patrick's Day and the first day of Spring, and time to begin to think of filing your income tax...something for everyone.. I'm always aided in getting this blog out, John Bilodeau, who got me started all those years ago, and is always there when I get caught up in technical tngles. And Margeret Adamson, who has been contributing her eagle eyes for the past six months to send out work free of typos.. Thanks to them and to so many of you who tell me that you find ithe bloginteresting...I love writing it! See you next month.


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