To meet a child's gaze Is more than a meeting of springtime It's like going on a journey Back tens of thousands of years Not only to find your own childhood again But to search for childhood In the dawn of time. - André Bjerke, Norwegian Poet
 Detritus and Design on the streets of Toronto  Beauty can be coaxed out of ugliness - Leonard Koren
 Wonscoteonoch (Black Burnt Country )  tributary.  The upper east section of the Don River  A work in progress.