Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
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There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night.
I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that.
Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live; until last night.
He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us.
Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart.
The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
It was quite an evening.
What else can I say?
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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Blessed with unseasonably warm temperatures over the past few days, I decided it was time to dust off the bicycle.
My bike is old but, like me, with a little oil and fresh air it functions remarkably well. Both my body and bike have had a fair share of scrapes through the years and have had a number of parts replaced. They’ve both been around the block a couple a couple of times, but still have plenty of miles left.
The first ride of the year was just a chance to get outside; there was no set route, and no particular destination in mind. It certainly wasn’t full-stream-ahead cycling. Heck, I even stopped and sat in the park for a while.
You notice things more clearly on a bicycle. It’s humane. You’re right there, at street level, and can easily see changes to the neighbourhood. When you move through the same area by car, streetcar or bus, you are more shielded and possibly moving too fast.
I wasn’t the only one out taking advantage of the weather. The parks and streets were full of people, parkas and scarves left at home. It felt better than it has for months.
On a bike, it seems you are allowed a little more time to look around, maybe even the chance to lift your face to the sun and feel the natural warmth.
Ever conscious of the rear-view mirror, as you ride, you mostly look ahead.
That’s where we are all going.