Summer Writing Workshop in the Okanagan

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photograph, filters, dropped in background, metallic paint

I just received an email from the coordinator for Continuing Studies suggesting that there be an outdoor workshop writing poetry. What a beautiful thought. Today it is -18 with fresh snow. The heater is sounding like a ship’s engine taking us through the rough water of winter. To contemplate sitting outside in the sunshine and writing poetry seems to be like a dream.

After a conference call with Jean-Francois and Matthias I went right to work sizing image jpgs for the new art gallery web site and occasionally stopping to contact people about upcoming exhibitions. Running to the bus station to pick up work that has come back from the Kohl Gallery in Toronto ( he has shut his doors) and getting the work out of the hallway and display cases at the Rotary Centre for the Arts had landed me at almost 6 pm. What a blurr of a day.

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I will sleep later. And then I can dream about writing poetry in the sun.

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Blue neon treated weave with weave in background

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