I ache in the places where I used to play*

SeptemberGraveWe pass the graveyard where headstones stamped like cookies lined up on a baking sheet tempt him to stop, look, and sniff, but then he tugs me on. We leave behind the air waiting for prayers, for visitors to smooth crisscrossing paths in the grass, the moss-covered crosses slippery as banana peels.

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Dog days at the market

Today Was a Good Day

We love farmers’ markets – the food, the dogs, the people, and in this case, the booze! What a surprise to be tasting delicious alcoholic concoctions at 10:30 in the morning. I think people brought their dogs in case¬†they drank too much at least someone would be able to find their way home.

These photos were taken at the Comox Valley Farmers’ Market on Vancouver Island, Canada. Such zeal towards food production was energizing and satisfying, but not inexpensive. I wonder if the farmers didn’t grow their own food could they afford to buy it?