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Last week I received a memorable, thoughtful gift: a poem. I attended the Cobourg Poetry Workshop’s meeting and one of the poets, Doug Langille, had composed this poem. He recited it for us, gave me a copy, and then told me I could share it here.
I feel blessed to live in a creative community that values, generates, and celebrates the arts. Saturday night I attended a fundraising dinner for SONG, a local music program for children. Even the asian fusion dinner carefully prepared by Craft Food House was a work of art! Northern Hearts performed (more local talent). Upstairs in the Loft other arts enthusiasts attended an event inspired by Joni Mitchell.
Last week every day on the bay was different. No wind. High wind. Clear sky. Thick fog. One evening the bay was still as a sheet of glass and then another evening six foot waves splashed over the front of the boat soaking us.
This blog has many posts and pictures about Georgian Bay. Here are some of my favourite pictures from last week:
Cobourg has a dynamic writing and arts community. Shining a light on the poetry and profiles of local writers is an important part of my mission as Poet Laureate. The goal of Poetry Present is to celebrate the community of poetry writers and readers who share a connection to Cobourg and Northumberland Region.
There is a vibrant presence of poetry in Cobourg, Ontario.
The first time I saw an art exhibition outdoors was in Stanley Park in Vancouver, summer 2000. Paintings arranged in community circles, framed by open sky, tall trees, and carpets of green grass captured my imagination. I’d much rather meander through rows of art in the garden than walk through a gallery. Maybe it’s the way the sunlight and shadow dances across the canvas. Maybe it’s the way the earth beneath my feet and the breeze through the trees makes me feel more alive. Maybe it’s the quiet conversation the art seems to be having with its surroundings.
A perfect summer’s day. Blue sky. Bright sunshine. Slight breeze. I went to Laveanne Lavender Farm to walk the labyrinth. This winter I was dreaming of building a labyrinth in my yard. So far that remains a dream. Luckily, there are labyrinths nearby that I can visit.
I haven’t spent much time with my camera lately so it was nice to dust it off and remember how to frame a shot, focus, and adjust the settings. I still have so much to learn about photography!