A line, a movement, an impression: is mark-making only the privilege of people with palette and paint? The snail's trail (of course) is silvery. But what of the wingbeats of bats, invisible, but mischievous, and as color-latent as any brushstroke?
<b>Isn't it strange, how inquisitive we are?</b>
The most curious thing is curiosity itself.
<b>Harmless sponges, you say?</b> Make no mistake, these are weapons of war. <a href="http://www.silverlakecamp.ca/">Summer camp</a> is that kind of battle.
<b>Appeal</b>-ing, that Vitamin-C-enriched original skin.
Carnivorous reptiles aren't the only ones writhing.
Our own rubbery creations are at least as devious...
..on impasto-par with pacific coast moss.
<b>Closer to home</b>, a dining room table becomes a canvas 40 years in the making. Thanks, mom.
There's no mistaking burn marks from a fuel fire. (The fondue was delicious).
I also won't exclude <b>battery acid</b> and/or Liam's <b>gunpowder</b>.
Isn't it nice when someone <b>saves</b> you (a seat)?
I might even save you some cheese, if there's any left.
Most of the cheddar are dancing though... Ever since I <b>flipped the lid</b> on that casserole.
I found a different kind of dance at the Caledonia arena. From the evidence left behind, it's clear that ice hockey is <b>no tango</b>.
Whether or not bodychecking is frowned upon, a blue helmet still makes a decent paint brush.
Red helmets, not the other hand, are flamingo territory. Flamingoes are not native to Montreal.
<b>Leopard Geckos</b> aren't native to terrariums either...
But the smile is genuine, sleeping all day in an acrylic prison. Who wouldn't enjoy climate control and free food?
Sleeping under a microscope is alright too. <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/jessicavanderploeg">Jessica</a> makes great sugar treats. But have you seen that picture of the flask morgue?
When not sleeping, the Gerbil manufactures <b>water out of thin air</b>.
But the gerbil has nothing on the skunk cabbage.
What kind of plant generates its own heat, blooms in February, and attracts pollinators by smelling like dead flesh? A cousin of Lord Sauron, perhaps?
<b>Parable for the snow clearing crew</b>
Let the winter grime pile up together with the snow. When spring comes, the snow will melt away. That will be the sign (for you to sweep away the dirt).
Or you could just call it a <b>sign of spring</b>?
<b>Madonna and Child</b>, inhabitants of "Coote's Paradise", and a Hamiltonian summer.
If you can find glowing amber in the burnt sunlit dregs of a coffee pot, you're in a good position to enjoy the small things. Of course a well made brew is nice too.
James N Allan was a freemason. The bridge they named after him has something cathedral about it. In lieu of Moses, I'm half expecting that bush to catch fire.
The algae grew on its own, but we helped it along by putting things in the lake. Look what a mess we've made.
This ain't nothin but a summer storm.
<b>Somnium in Offertore</b>
(Or: What I Dreamed During the Collection)
Some traditions have an offering plate, but I grew up with the "collection bag".
Absence of Reformed dietary restrictions ftw.
Does a churchfly differ from a housefly?
The kildeer is deceptive. She'll lead you down the garden path, but can you blame her? The next generation is at stake.
I'm a tad Polish.
Oh Danny-boy, the pipes, the pipes... they keep on calling, don't they? Relentlessly.
The river is to me calligraphic proof positive that creation and destruction are intimately entwined.
Goats can be a bit sheepish.
A drought year in Washington State revealed tree stumps at the bottom of a reservoir. Over the surface of what little water was left, hovered Hieronymus Bosch.
<b>Gargantua Bay</b> on Lake Superior: home to violent crashing waves, as well as sheltered rock pools, exploited by such alien lifeforms as this dragonfly.
You can stay safely in your hive but that's not where the action is.
"Test me in this," says the LORD Almighty, "and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven"
Seals in Victoria BC
I could go on about gardens and galaxies...
...but this is a violent bloodbath.
Without an uprooting, you don't reveal the lily's red underside.
And without an <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ekWCib5OuI">otter smorgasbord</a>, we wouldn't be enjoying all this purple iridescence.
The moss has its own flightpath. I better let it speak for itself.
There's an entire realm of pearls and mountains to be seen...
...in the belly of a bird.
(Fat and Bone)
This planet is made of bacon grease.
I found these deer antlers behind the barn, at <a href="http://ashleyh.ca/">Ashley</a>'s uncle's farm in Brockville. Ashley's uncle said that "the cougar must have brought it".
Don't eat the <a href="http://tfsikkema.blogspot.ca/2011/11/village-vignettes-1-grubs.html">jungle grubs in PNG</a>. They may near well kill you if you aren't careful.
I'm told there was a lot of death on this planet before I arrived.
These little critters, attracted by lamplight, wound up dying of dehydration.
At least the marble-patterned made-in-china lampshade made for a decent set of orbiting dust clouds / cosmic background noise.
Sometimes, to get from here to there, you gotta pass through a wormhole... Die and rise again on the third day, that sort of thing.
Looks like Jesus made it out alive, though this particular nativity scene is still buried away in a barn attic somewhere near Athens Ontario.
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/mvandenbrink2">Mike</a>'s Guinea pig, Henry, died back in 2012. But he's still soaring in my books.
Jordan Winkel makes incredible backward somersaulting leaps from the cliffs at <a href="http://www.ontarioparks.com/park/grundylake">Grundy Lake</a>. He also tumbles elegantly through the universe.
Who knows where we're off to, really? Let's paint the sky with diamonds?
That's the drain from my bathroom sink on Wendover Drive.
You'll stare at it (the drain) at least once a day: depending on the regularity of your dental hygiene. It's Like clockwork, really.
Every day seems to have its threats and its flowers.
Edelweiss thrives at altitude.
But ice in the St Lawrence River thrives too, in its own way.