wordless wednesday (with words about what i wonder)(so, maybe more accurately ‘wondering wednesday’)

The wondering being what’s the background to someone writing this on the inside of a bathroom cubicle at an art gallery. Have they been inspired by the artwork, collectively or by a single piece, to be themselves, to know that’s enough? The other thing I wonder is would the reason behind the possible ‘why’ be different depending on location. A club or bar, an office, a school…

Just wondering, as you do in art gallery loos.

 

p.s. the cubicle colour has not been altered;  the yellow, however, is magic.

Other (not always) wordless friends:

Cheryl Andrews
Allison Howard
Barbara Lambert
Allyson Latta
Elizabeth Yeoman

 

wordless wednesday

Taken in downtown Almonte, Ontario, which was a whole surprise in itself, the delightfulness of it, its position on the Mississippi River, the mix of upscale this and funky, totally not upscale that… second hand shops, a book shop!, bakeries (yes, that’s plural), coffee and tea places, a diner, a pub on the river with patio and live music, apartments overlooking the rapids (so close I swear they must feel the splash on the balconies). There is a well-supported arts community, a beautiful river walk and fabulous views, a mix of architecture from not-been-touched-in-yonks-shabby-chic, to ultra modern lines (fewer of those so they stand out, but also fit it in). Feels like a place that has figured out how to keep the charm of the past while moving forward.

Note: the sky is only occasionally green.

Other (not always) wordless friends:

Cheryl Andrews
Allison Howard
Barbara Lambert
Allyson Latta
Elizabeth Yeoman

wordless wednesday with words

 

I give up trying to be consistently wordless.

Also I’ve fallen behind on my posts, so there are many, many words queued up and ready to spread out on these pages.

For now a wee blather on today’s pic, which comes to you via my recent efforts at spring cleaning and tidying and organizing drawers, an activity I kind of love. Not in the Marie Kondo way of obsession and full-time occupation, but merely enough to know where that small green widget is when you need it. Also, it should be said that Kondo has some good ideas (though book culling is not one of them) (folding jeans and tee-shirts, on the other hand, is a yes).

As for my national currency, I store it in the way of my people, specifically my dad, i.e. bunched and held together in a kind of show-offy way with a giant metal clip. He hung his on a nail in the workshop. Mine lives in the requisite junk drawer (because no matter how much one organizes one needs a place for things that have no place).

I think they use a points card now but I’m old school and will hang on to the paper dough as long as it keeps circulating.

Happy Wednesday.

Use your words!

Other (not always) wordless friends:

Cheryl Andrews
Allison Howard
Barbara Lambert
Allyson Latta
Elizabeth Yeoman