SPROG BLOG

After some years to make observations, a few thoughts on this and that have come to mind. Things are almost never what they look like.

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Moving to the West Coast

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We started Oct 31 2015 from Kensington Market Toronto. A cargo van filled to the top with essentials and optimistically prepared to journey to peaceful sunsets. Arriving Nov 08 after having every driving skill tested by wind, rain, snow and ice from sea level to mountain passes.

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| Date: 26 February 2018

The Bell

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For a while Sunday afternoons were taken up playing bar room style pool with the added attraction, buy a beer and get a ticket for the meat draw every half hour. Occasionally go home with a few lbs of chicken, pork or beef.

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| Date: 26 February 2018

Adaptation

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The wild environment during the mid sixties was simply symphonic. Throughout the evening and into the night you could hear bull frogs, whip-poor-wills, and insects chime in at their own tempo and frequency. A tremendous variety of moths would collect on windows where light was visible. I have recently been to the same location and found the Silent Spring. As I had read Rachel Carson's Silent Spring in the late sixities my mixed emotions are difficult to explain.

>>>Silent Spring

| Date: 26 February 2018

Binocular Creatures

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Vision, visions, imaginativenesses of mind. The brain, a fantastic collator and storage dump and low level supervisor. The mind, a upper level supervisor and between the two a creature that can be misdirected. Witness the mirror box, a therapy for missing body parts. Cultivating awareness of mind and body seems to make sense.

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| Date: 26 February 2018