This is a changing world
with changing changes. We
are evolving (or should be).
We learn as required, or as
demanded. We think and act
differently, taking deliberate
action in an earnest attempt
to understand and keep up
with the quick pace of this
ever-changing existence. Do
you understand? What will
you learn today? How will it
differ from yesterday?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
What lies in wait
behind the dubious distractions?
Eventualities are as endless as
intentions. Brighter days ahead
if you allow yourself to believe in
what is not always there.
It can be.
Every day is a possibility.
12/27/2024 j.g.l.
How can we speak of peace when war rages in parts of this world, even on Christmas Day?
As unequivocally unjust is the appalling, mean-spirited political propaganda on this side of the ocean; it never ends.
Yesterday, as I did the days before, I repeated, again, my wish for peace.
Today I am left humbled and humiliated.
How can we dream of a world not polarized by hate?
We can only try.
One by one, we can only dream.
Has there ever been a time, in our lifetimes, where peace is more important than it is now?
12/26/2024 j.g.l.
“Christmas lights are like healing embraces,
wrapping us in gentle comfort.”
-Richard Palmer
The lights, the trees, the festivities; with the entertainment and travel, the rush that surrounds the season can become overwhelming. There is such an emotional build-up to this day.
Enjoy the moments and the memories with family and friends over the holidays but try to find a little time to yourself. Reflect, when you can, on loved ones no longer with you; those cherished friends and parents who once brought so much joy to this day. Hold your thoughts close. Feel the love embracing you.
I wish you a season of peace.
j.g. lewis
Last evening, I went out for a walk with my camera. Inspired by the first meaningful snowfall of the season, I wanted to capture the snow as it covered up the dirty streets of Toronto.
For much of the past decade, I have been making photographs in and around this city. At first, it was my way of discovering my new home. Then, maybe, it became habitual. It provided me time to rediscover an art form I have enjoyed my entire life. I worked professionally in the newspaper industry through the ‘80s and ‘90s. The camera was a prolific partner long before that.
I know that in the coming days and weeks I’ll be looking at this city a little differently. Mid-January I will be leaving Toronto and returning to Winnipeg, where I have spent a good portion of my life. Each time I now venture out onto city streets, I know I am taking my final steps here.
I ended up, last night, in St. James Park. It is a park that has come very familiar to me. With its well-tended gardens and magnificent trees, it has become part of my landscape. Who knows how many days I have sat with my sketchbook or journal, photographed tulips or roses, or just relaxed under the trees with my morning coffee?
Last night, again, the trees captured my attention. The fading daylight and fresh snow provided stark contrast to the deep grey trunks and branches now stripped of greenery. With little light left in the day, I captured what I could. The images will be another reminder of my years in Toronto.
12/24/2024 j.g.l.