A poem from my travels this week in Calgary What we were trying not to see Behind us a cloud rimmed By the electric light of a prairie spring’s Sharp sunset casts a glow On the towers downtown. In that moment of reflection A small truck carrying a small boat Bolts over the Louise Bridge Takes a hard right on Memorial Drive And stops by the new sculpture Full of quotes about war and loss. “they’ve been pulling bodies from the Bow” My companion says and I peer into What little I can see of the churning Waters below, wondering …
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From the time I was a 10 year old kid, I have loved flight. It has been a dream come true that my work involves so much time in airports and on airplanes. Notwithstanding the rethinking I am doing about the carbon cost of my vocation, I’m in love with being in the air. So I was delighted today to discover this blog: Flight Level 390. It is written by an experienced American pilot at a major airline (my guess is US Air) and the writing is as beautiful and clear as the skies he travels through. Lose yourself in …
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At the end of a week in california with the family, capped off by some short hikes and a rock balancing session in Joshua Tree National Park. Beautiful, but disturbing. This photo is of a rock balanced at 4800 feet overlooking the Coachella Valley which is filled with smog that blows in from the Los Angeles basin. A little bit of balance restored.
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I’m in the waiting area of the Dutch Harbor/Unalaska airport in the Aleutian Islands of Alaska. I’ve been here for less than 24 hours accompanying some colleagues on some consultations with Alaskan fishing communities. This place is all about fish, and that is all: pollack, halibut, salmon, cod and of course the world famous crab fleet which plies its trade in the Bering Sea on the World’s Deadliest Catch. The motto on the wall here at the airport is “The highest degree of opportunity” and that is indeed what this town is all about. Opportunity abounds to make money for …
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My summer is drawing to a close, although the weather is still lovely and I’m only easing back into work. Coming off ten days in Ontario where I was at my sister’s wedding, enjoying some extended time with an extended family that lives all over the world. We only come together for weddings and funerals and this is the far better reason of the two. The wedding was in Thornbury Ontario, where my parents live, in the heart of Ontario’s apple growing country. From there we went down to Peterborough where my new brother in law Steve Weir is from. …