Lights Outside
By Stéfan.
I enjoy haiku – that short form of Japanese poetry. Today’s post comes in the form of two haiku on the topic of lights outside.
Freedom of Expression
Having lived under a dictatorship for nine years of my life has trained me to be careful of what I say and to whom. Because of this, I used to view freedom of expression as a luxury.
The Right Amount of Light
I love to shoot light when it shines over water. It creates a multitude of unique abstract images and a world of possibilities.
Saint Lawrence River
Ah, pedal boats. I have a memory of pedal boating and the moment being associated with swans… or was it a dream?
Smells Like Kerosene
I have the gift of being able to transport myself to another time and place. This time, I was transported for a short moment to Montréal.
Old Streets
The old narrow streets of many cities are rich in visual appeal. Old Montréal is no different: it has plenty of interesting views.
Chile in Montréal
In Montreal, one can find this rich culture that screams freedom through music. Walking around old Montreal, my attention was drawn to the sound of Chilean folk songs coming from a trio of Latin men strumming their guitars.
Coloured Glass
I use to have blue tinted sunglasses and I loved them. They made the sky blue even on gray days. It’s that power to transform the view that I find magical in coloured glass.
Two Great Men
Walking around Kensington Market can be like entering a time machine that can transport you to a world of your choice. On this occasion, I was transported to a time when two great men impressed the world: Che and Bob.
In the Clouds
I still hear my mother’s voice telling me to look ahead when I walk and not at the clouds. As a young boy I always had my head in the clouds; I am a dreamer by nature. I used to sit under a weeping willow at a nearby river and cloud-watch as long as I could.
