about goodbyes.

heartfelt gorgeous poetry by Leonard Cohen.

fragility, not weak.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the hearts of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

deliberate heart yearnaches, courtesy of ee cummings, one of my favorite poets. I had this glorious book of poems by him, and it disappeared somewhere along my journey, perhaps like one of Linda's purple plates.

about sns

about the great white north.

about stairs.

So I am assistant production manager for this very exclusive art company. For this particular short film, I am acting as a location finder. We're doing this bit on stairs.

Here are some stairs we plan on filming.

the octogon by josh bousel

These stairs are pretty nice, to be formerly part of an insane asylum. 

Palais des congres Montreal

The colors!!! Ahhhhh!!!

Morningside Park, photograph courtesy of highaperture.com

I always hated climbing these stairs! 

More to come...