The School of Everywhere

Thursday, October 28th, 2021

If we have to have a school and a school has to have a name, thus I have named it: The School of Everywhere.

Perhaps our mascot can be the wind.

 

 

The Rope at Val-Estrie

Thursday, October 21st, 2021

Here we are again!

 

 

 

 

 

I know I’ve taken many, many photos at this spot, but this is the only one I can find:

29 June, 2018

Unidentified Myco Objects (UMO), part III

Sunday, October 10th, 2021

On the Island

Sunday, June 6th, 2021

I

In the Trees

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

II

Throwing Rocks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

III

River Sitting

 

 

 

 

 

IV

Woodland Napping

 

 

The Island in Winter

Friday, February 26th, 2021

 

We walk to the island. The children take turns pulling.

 

 

Akiva does not need to drink much water in winter: he eats the snowballs from his fleece mittens. When I notice his once-white chewing gum has become pink, I realize he has side-stepped the food-chain of microplastics consumption assumed in oceanic plastics pollution studies and gone directly to the source. I wonder how many thousands of plastic microfibers he has consumed on this walk. I feel helpless.

 

 

At the island, the tire swing, high above the river in summer, hangs low above the snow.

Iris steps onβ€”

 

 

β€”swing!

 

 

Akiva, shorter rounder and nearly as heavy, is more timid on the swing.

Iris pushes him gently.

 

 

He smiles bravely.

 

The Chained Tree

Tuesday, February 2nd, 2021

We went for a walk in the snowy woods.

 

 

 

 

We found a chained tree.

 

 

Akiva’s Piano Recital

Wednesday, September 9th, 2020

 

 

 

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Akiva throws rocks in the stream.

Friday, April 24th, 2020

I find it interesting that he throws rocks with his left hand:

he does everything else I can think of with his right hand.

 

  

At the Wounded Trees (Hiking Fridays, Val-Estrie games)

Friday, September 13th, 2019

With their chests un-girdled,

with the ropes cut at last,

the trees breathe deep.

Their wounds are laid bare to the light.

 

After school, we walk around the former Val-Estrie propertyβ€”

still known as Val-Estrie due to the failure to acquire any other name.

 

 

 

On the way back from our walk, we stop among the tall cedars that grow just at the beginning of the games trail.

 

 

 

As Iris looks closely at things growing on the ground,

 

 

 

Akiva pulls loose stuck ropes that have been cut from the trees.

 

 

 

Slowly, people have been taking off the ropes that girdle various trees.

 

 

 

I have removed some. Others have removed others.

 

 

 

To soothe the trees’ wounds, my children give them hugs and kisses.

 

 

 

Trees are our companions.

 

 

 

I try for a posed photo amongst the cedars. My models have issues with the sunlight.

 

 

 

“Ow ow ow ow!”

 

 

 

“Perhaps is you face in opposite directions?” I suggest.

 

 

 

I take over 100 photos. All of them have cute children in them, which is a boon to any mediocre landscape photo.

 

 

 

Trees in the sunlight, sunlight in the trees.

 

 

 

I fill a bag full of ropes to take to the trash. There are many left.

 

 

 

 Slowly, slowly. Perhaps one day the ropes will be gone.

 

Crystal Transformation

Monday, March 18th, 2019

Old, hard snow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our feet leave no tracks.