Your Body’s a small world with many meanings.
Love. If. Yes. But. Death.
Surely I will love you a little while,
perhaps as long as I have breath.
December is thirteen months long.
July’s one afternoon; therefore.
lover’s must outwit wool,
learn how to puncture fur.
To my love’s bed, to keep her warm,
I’ll carry wrapped and heated stones.
That which is comfort to the flesh
is sometimes torture to the bones.
“Canadian Love Poem”, Alden Nowlan
Last summer I took my little pocket digital camera and walked around my Little Village taking photos of some of the great gardens we have here. It was my way of getting out into the sunshine and taking a little responsibility over my Recovery. I also had the idea of printing them off and tacking them to my wall… it would be my way of adding colour to winter.
And then it hit me that I could offer the photos on Salted to anyone who wanted them, and I did. And now there are 31 people in eight countries with my photos. But that was August and September, and now it’s February and I thought I’d make them available on a page of their own.
It’s a simple process and it’s all there on the page, so have at it… add a little colour to your winter. It’s absolutely Free.