About 14 years ago, I somehow discovered a website of a business that had webcams up around its building, and were sharing live views of Dublin. I looked at it whenever I could. There was a pub, and a shop called “Not To Worry!”. I suppose I found it comforting to see people in a faraway country going about their everyday lives, running errands, chatting with friends.
It still exists, though Not To Worry! seems to be gone.
This is a photo of some trees somewhere in Finland, from a webcam I found one winter night a few years ago when I was being dreamy about Finland. This was a live stream too, I think. Not much moved. It was soothing.
This is St. Petersburg, Russia. My brother and sister-in-law lived there for a few months recently. I was Skyping with my brother one day, and he stuck his laptop out the window and turned it to face the city. Since then I’ve been curious about it, I suppose (and my recent obsession with the Russian Winnie the Pooh cartoons hasn’t helped).
Most webcams I find online are high up on buildings, looking down on faraway highways or town squares. This one, one of several owned by a hotel reservation company, brings you closer, and you can hear snippets of faint Russian, people laughing. This sidewalk seems rarely empty, even at three in the morning. And the time difference is such that I can watch their day start as mine is ending. There’s something soothing about that, too.
I was in Calgary recently for a dear friend‘s wedding. It was the first time in three years that I’d been there. In the first couple of years I lived in Ontario, I went back to Calgary three times. So it was Calgary all the time, then nothing for so long.
It surprised me. It was disorienting. Familiar, home-like, but different enough to confuse. Inner-city neighbourhoods I’d loved to wander through were packed with jarring, blocky infills. Were those new? Or had I just forgotten? At the wedding, I spoke to someone about Casa Loma with such familiarity for the longest time, until I realized that I was not in Toronto. My two old worlds existed in one place.
Despite the disorientation, the trip was filled with the best things: Long, relaxing visits with friends (and a wedding, which was beautiful), good food, that fantastic drawn-out Alberta sky. Driving and walking around, making lists of what was different and what had always been there.
In 2005 I had a poetry blog. It’s strange for me to think that I wrote poetry, but I did, and I used to post the (mostly unpublished) poems on my blog. That’s another thing that’s strange to me now.
I recently rediscovered the blog thanks to files I’d saved years ago. Aside from the many, many poems I’d forgotten about, I found this old writer’s purpose statement of sorts:
I like oldness, I like brick buildings, creeping ivy. I like winter imagery and visceral imagery. I like to write about coldness and bones and bodies. I like dreaming of lakes and stones and tall trees. I like a little teeth in my poetry. I like it when poetry is a bit brambly around the edges.
Much of that’s still true, though now I write some of these things in fiction rather than poetry – except for bones. Apparently that was a phase. It’s interesting how many of these things are accepted in poetry, but not so much in fiction. I think it’d be considered confusing to walk up to someone and say, “Hi. I write fiction about coldness and bones and bodies.”
However, I still do like brambly-edged poetry. Fiction too, for that matter.
From today’s coffee and stroll at Hamilton Harbour:
From last week at Christie Lake Conservation Area, taking a walk with some visiting family members from Germany:
From 2004, visiting a friend’s hometown of Brentwood Bay, BC:
(I’m a bit sad that I only found a dozen or so photos from this trip, and none from the docks I enjoyed so much, where we dipped our hands into the water at night to write our names with bioluminescent plankton, the letters disappearing just an instant after sparking into life.)
Classes I have researched this summer:
- Bird identification
- Flower arrangement
Researching these classes brought up so many questions. What led me to be curious about some of them? For instance, I have never been interested in golf in any way, shape or form. What made me think of it? And what is the true cost of pursuing these activities after the initial lessons? Sailing lessons were much more expensive than I’d anticipated, but I imagine golf comes with a hefty list of supplies for later on. And does one golf alone? Would I have to make separate golfing friends?
Sometimes I feel the process of research is more fun than the actual results.