I'm out of room for photo storage here on blogger, so the show will go on the road and settle over here from now on.

Come play:)

Day 62. Glass

The window of the yoga room.

Inside this window was a warm and watery practice and a bunch of beautiful women, offering their energy out.

We offered to each other, to Japan, to my cousins on the day of their father's passing.

We offered, I bet, to a lot of people I don't even know about. I hope it gets there.

The Bhagavad Gita says that the work we do is ours, but the fruits of our labour belong to no one.

(I love this.)

So we offered up the fruits in this warm room with sparkly windows.

Day 61. Graffiti

Sol seems to have a few different meanings:

• The name of the sun god or just simply the sun
• It is an old French coin and also a Peruvian monetary unit
• Shit out of luck

And my favourite:

• 'Prayed for' and 'peace.'

I'm sure this last one is what this guy meant.

(Please note the arrow pointing at Natalie Portman's bum.)

Thirty more

30 more. Thank you, Bonnie B, for collaborating on this delicious list!

Graffiti

Glass

Colourful

Rust

Past

Guardian

Self + 5 favourite things

Weakness

Hurt

Linger

Aura

Fire engine red

Clear

Free

Blue

Love

Low

Conversation

Window

Growth

Bottle

Mirror

Close up

Flowers

Home

Sidewalk

Mood

Shadow

Black & White

Paint

Day 60. Time

Sun, high noon-brightest bit of the day.

"The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once."-Albert Einstein

(Thank goodness.)

Day 59. Wilderness

You might think you ought to go far to find the wilderness, as I thought.

But then, i stepped out into my very urban back lane, and got stared down by the wild eyes of this crow. They're geniuses, apparently, and they remember things forever.

This fall, there was one that got hit by a car in the back lane.

I left him bits of carrots and a bowl of water.

He cawed up a storm, but eventually ate my offerings. I like to think that he survived, not because of the carrots and water of course, but because of his wildness.

And now I'll bet, still wild of course, he is the same guy who stared me down this morning.

Perhaps politeness was an invention of the tame and that his deep wild eyes looked into mine with a nod that I didn't understand because I've forgotten my wildness.

Day 58. Light/Dark

Light/dark balance observed in one of Winnipeg's most beautiful old mansions at 529 Wellington; a surprisingly uncreepy place despite its rich and heavy materials: Velvety draperies, dark wood, and grand staircase have got nothing on the light.

Day 57. Shiny

This tree lives (eternally!) down the street. It was a big old tree that died and the person who lived in the house just behind it decided to honour it with big silver leaves that don't fall like the usual ones. The rotting parts of the tree were cut down to make room and space to adorn it with these silver petals.

The person got the idea from someone who did the same in England I think.

There is a little sign that explains all of this in the front yard, but it is covered in snow.

Day 56. Treat

Sometimes treats don't come in the form of something you eat.

Sometimes they come in the form of sweet little paper hearts, precariously dropped upon a crumbly snow bank, on an especially grey day in Winter.

Day 55. Grey

Grey. In Winnipeg. End of February/beginning of March. (+ downtown.)

Not a problem.

Humble, quiet grey.

Day 54. Motion

I don't stop moving much to tell you the truth of it.

But sometimes I do-in the afternoon for a bit. During that time I pledge to do only settling things so that my energy has a chance to settle and sort itself out.

Sometimes I do that and sometimes I make a million vata footprints in the snow.

There's not much in between the two for me, except asana, but my dream is to find the equilibrium.

Day 53. Sign

Been waiting for an excuse to take a picture of this wabi-sabi garage.

I find it beautiful in its state of peeling-paint decay.

Beautiful in that any second 1904 when it was built might be revealed.

And then these signs jolt me back into the twenty first century (or late twentieth anyway.)

Day 52. Lines

Thank you, nature, for inspiration.

Three that I saw on cool, but incredibly bright late Sunday morning.

Day 51. Gigantic

These trees were practically here before the wind and the sun, I bet.

They live along the river, growing slowly and steadily, and the changes they've seen in their gigantic lifetimes must be gigantic too.

The trees seemed okay with my feet against them to demonstrate how big they are in contrast with a person.

Day 50. Little

Despite the gigantic-ness of the world around it, I notice this little, teeny-tiny nest often as I walk past it.

It's about 4 and half centimetres big.

My hand is there for reference. I don't touch nests. I fear it will ruin it for the bird, my stink on it, and that he'll be homeless.

I wondered, as usual, what kind of bird is so little as to live in this tiny nest? And does he/she live alone? Is this some sort of a bird bachelor pad? The quiet abode of a bird ascetic? A lone wolf (-bird?)

Day 49. Ritual

If there's something that makes my world go 'round a little more smoothly and nourishingly, it's having some ritual in it. I am care-ful with my days and try to infuse them with ritual rather than habit. For me, that's the difference between stagnation and livelihood.

Sometimes I forget about ritual, but then my spirit cries out, or worse yet, becomes very, very quiet. It's apparent very quickly when I've forgotten it.

Structure is cool too. The structure is for my brain and body, ritual is food for the spirit.

• Open eyes, step down some stairs, turn on the kettle, warm glass of water, grind some seeds.
• Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, savasana.
• Coat+boots. Leash. Excited dog. Adventure along river, trudge through snow, under sky, smelling things. Home, tired, sleep in pile.
• Walk down the back lane, walk up stairs-one breath per step, unlock yoga room, light a candle, humbly bow to the Buddha's equanimity, and jai to Ganesh.
• Replace clothing with more comfortable clothing. Brush teeth. Floss teeth. Brush dog's teeth (for real.) Open bed with a sweep of covers. Get in. Feel sheets warm around me. Turn off light. Goodnight moon. Sleep.

Day 48. Elegant

You know what I find elegant?

Pianos and also the playing of pianos.

The sound that lingers gracefully, long after the key is struck. The attire: bringing to my mind long, luxurious red dresses, a classy tuxedo, a top hat perhaps. (My friend Sarah plays the piano and she looks great in red. The hands: Long and narrow fingers, hands cupped as though they were elegantly holding warm water, upside down. The instrument: Rich materials; Shiny black or soft, carved wood. Silky smooth keys. Strings hidden mysteriously underneath the thing.

You know what's not so elegant? The organ. That's what I played:)

This backyard piano, despite the satellite dish, the greying stucko, and its location of a crummy back lane still manages to maintain its elegance, don't you think?

Day 47. Creepy

Creepiest building in the city, perhaps... at Vaughan and York: the old jail.

Even at high noon and the most sparkly part of the day, this building still makes me shiver a bit.

We explored it at nighttime, and thank goodness, from the outside only! on a ghost tour i got to go on awhile ago. The ghost tour lady suggested that any orbs or discolouration in the picture are especially creepy.

Other things I find creepy:

• Pieces of clothing left haphazardly on the ground without an owner
• Dim stairwells
• The sound of metal clanking
• Cryptic messages on buildings (or anywhere)
• Grey areas (literal and figurative)

Day 46. Comfort

You know what our fabulous city did?

They built the longest naturally freezing skating path in the world!

As in Guinness Book of World Records long!

And then, the project gave $9000 to several teams to build a bunch of little warming huts which they then placed along the river path so skaters/walkers could find some sweet comfort from the cold.

To top it off, they called the warming huts 'love shacks.'

This set of love shacks is called the jellyfish.

Day 45. Old

I like this old building down the street. So does everyone else. It's really cool: brick and a-frame, but like a really wide and lazy a.

There have been renovations happening over the past year or so, but it remains old and crumbly and completely beautiful.