dogtrax

A place to gather words before they get lost.

When The Breeders' sound comes crashing through the speakers, we laugh: the Last Splash

Shadows, spun and spinning, a glimpse of wonder, something coming undone in an afternoon pause https://johnjohnston.info/blog/tdc5278-three-happy-moments/

A butterfly moment, with tired wings at rest standing like a painting on a leaf of green https://johnjohnston.info/blog/silent-sunday-80/

Curating a life in links - a visit here and a word there - places to stop and wander into while the world shuffles by https://johnjohnston.info/blog/tag/lifeinlinks/

An observation, from afield: we are all but subjects in a social experiment - some of us, swirling eddies in the ripples where we can write https://johnjohnston.info/blog/liked-we-ran-a-huge-social-experiment-on-a-whole-generation-it-turned-out-to-be-terrible/

for #ds106 Daily Create

Tossing old pennies in an old fountain, wishing on a fine future

Long green fields, rolling over acres of small hillsides where animals graze

Long days in the light bring dusk later to the night; watching each day slide

Packing it all in; an elevated picnic on a mountain top

A collection of sea glass - blue, pink, green - smoothed out and clouded by time and constant motion; the Atlantic Ocean, as artist

for #OpenWrite

Zero point zero zero zero three six six four seconds longer

for Algot, on the additional length of today (June 21) versus yesterday (June 20)

Sometimes, I'll take a new song as my hiking companion, a voice in my head only I can hear

It's best in rhythm, the motion of walking synchronized to the beat of my ear

I'll work out the rhymes, the rhythm of lines, I'll put the song on repeat before it all disappears

Later, upon returning to the place where I'd been walking, I hear the echoes of melody: the song lives there

for #OpenWrite

The beach was empty at the break of day but for us – she and I quiet and contemplative as our dog bounded laps among the coastal waves, a game of hide and seek within lunar shifts with morning sun, shedding night to rise; the view to forever, unbroken for miles

Remembering Nova Scotia for #OpenWrite