i spent about 24 hours in toronto. in that time i was mightily changed. it was time out of mind.

brockville via rail

i traveled by train from brockville (about 50 minutes from my farm) to toronto and wendy, who was my host. i met andrew and jack who took the place of wendy the border collie for a bit.

there was a message for me here

i spent time in her studio, had wild taxi rides complete with one magic voodoo visa machine, ate lovely lunch on the sidewalk, visited the japanese paper place, touched(!!!) the exquisite shifu of hiroko karuno, met sigrid, and clarissa, and violet, and india.

the japanese paper place and sigrid

holding a timothy ely book

holy cow!

india wearing india

me wearing india

wow. i can't begin to explain how i felt.

out the train window, almost to brockville

i loved riding the train, except for the cat piss stinky woman, and the grubby guy wearing a roy jersey who seemed to be permeated in cigarette stench. he seemed so lost. he only sat next to me for a while. on a train you are free to draw and write and do things and you have a BIG window to look out. i looked. a lot. at lake ontario, two harriers hunting, mallards feeding, cows, haymaking. and then i came home.

there was a one hour wait on the ogdensburg bridge. it is a mile long. it sways.