Flight

[vaneramos]

This is the place where I grew up. In March our friend Duncan took Dad for a flight in a small airplane out of Windsor. They crossed the county to fly over the house, and as far as Wheatley where Aunt Carol lives. It was an exciting adventure for Dad, who as a young man had his pilot's license. He took plenty of pictures, with some amazing views of the Detroit River and skyline.

This shot interested us both the most, of course. That's our house right in the middle of the image, with Lake Erie in the background and a golf course across the road in the foreground. To the right of the house is a stand of five giant cottonwoods (they were already huge in my earliest memories), and beyond them a small woods where I played for countless hours with neighbouring children. We called it The Jungle. It covers about an acre, but looks so small from this perspective.

I've been tidying my living space, but also my head space. Last night I updated the links on the main page of this journal to reflect more of what I'm reading nowadays (or would like to read). Some of the old ones I hadn't visited for years, in fact several had disappeared long ago.

Sarah and I met at the public library yesterday afternoon for a half hour of writing. I started work on some new poetry.