cities and airplanes

we went flying the other night. there is no escape quite like it. the northern lights were out and I swear they were close enough to touch.

I'm amazed at the way I've been able to fit this whole glowing city inside my chest. I didn't know home could change meanings.

the stray kitty cat who lives at the airport

spun gold

autumn has touched down. everything in my life has changed.

 my favourite house

records and bikes

wandered downtown to the bike dump to work on Suntka's bike , stumbled across some fantastic hole-in-the-wall record shop where the owner would only refer to us as "Betty and Veronica".

the harvest festival

Spent a portion of the weekend in a little city at the local festival with some dear old friends