On this morning’s walk, my attention was taken up by a Maple leaf coming down from a tree in a seamless almost perfect glide until hittin...

In our over-stimulating world, we talk about "Awe" like disposable cardboard, a prepackaged experience that kept us entertained for a day...

Catching a breath this afternoon brought me into a reflective mood. After the kids were born, I put in a raised bed because we wanted the...

The photograph is one of two taken this past weekend called “Spectral Vancouver.” The enjoyment came from experimenting with non-flash ph...

"Building a Home for the Spirit" by Douglas Fox. Second generation Woodland artist. 1987. At first glance, the town in northern Ontario a...

“I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions ...

A couple of people have recently asked me about how the writing is coming along. Slowly, I reply. Having just rounded off my first six mo...

La Charité (1887). By Paul Meyerheim. On Christmas Eve this piece of art grabbed me for what seemed like no other reason but to effect a ...

We talk of becoming immersed in a good book. It follows that we find ourselves in quite another location, unsure how we got there yet unw...

When I tell people I’ve written a novel, I think the gentler amongst them look at me as if to say “wow, what an adventure that must have ...