As it is and will be
for the foreseeable future, there is
only what remains behind the disguise.
As natural as it has been, as
astonishing as it occasionally seems,
we can only hope it will get better.
Why is it we allow optimism
to dislimn all that is?
Hope casts a lengthy shadow.
05/17/2024 j.g.l.
This morning is
just this morning.
Last night
was only a night.
Where we end up is
as much a choice as chance.
A destination will look different
at the end of the day.
05/14/2024 j.g.l.
This period of organic transformation, as seasons do what seasons have done before, is full of possibilities.
It is only natural to wonder what happens next as temperatures climb and the sun promotes growth, gratitude, and further change.
This is evolution in its most natural elemental. A beauty to behold, daily, hourly, seasonally.
Take the time to notice.
Enjoy it all.
05/13/2025 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
A new page in my journal, a fresh new month ahead of me, and my thoughts and my focus changes with September.
Summer is drawing to a close.
As the calendar pages flip from one month to the next, the journal fills with observations, accounts of events and days I am privileged to attend, and obligations I attend to. It is important to write it all out.
Random scrabble marks the days of my life, and what a life it is.
The journal helps me remember by putting time into perspective.
The things that matter now may not in the coming months and years, but right now they do.
Another day. Another page. Write on.
09/01/2023 j.g.l.
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.