In Boundary Pass, 300 yards offshore from our prow on South Pender, there is a pleasure craft that appears to be adrift. Its engine is off, its bow is pointed west, but it drifts slowly east. Backwards. Have the occupants inside fallen asleep?
Does anyone care?
It’s mid-afternoon. It’s warm, the air is still.… Continue reading
It was strange to find myself on the beach this past Sunday amid news of an assassination attempt on the ex-president south of the border. I was about to go for a swim in the frigid waters of Boundary Pass, looking across to Stuart Island and the U.S.… Continue reading
I recently tried my hand at OpenAI’s ChatGPT, the artificial intelligence that has taken the world by storm.
The irony was rich: I still make bread in a wood-fired oven. I guess I’m a holdout for the old ways.… Continue reading
There’s a poem that comes to mind, usually unbidden. I can be doing something completely mundane, and suddenly, there it is. And as I intone the words to myself, I get goosebumps.
The poem is “Bahnhofstrasse” by James Joyce, better known as the author of the great novel, Ulysses.… Continue reading
Stanley Park is a jewel in Vancouver, but I’ve never felt at ease walking deep inside the park’s forest trails.
There is something awry here. Nothing I can put a finger on, just a feeling I get when I venture too far. Once, when cycling alone on the trails, I came upon a small area with a firepit, clothes strewn about and figures in the distant woods and underbrush.… Continue reading