While the audio from Dragonflies Through Binoculars (Skydrop Studios) plays, a look up into the Victoria Row tree canopy:

Inside Sugar Shack (Louis-Charles Dionne):

Detail from Raising Rooms (Leah Garnett):

Detail from Structure (Nine Yards), twice by day, once by night:

Arrows in the forest. Not art. Or is it?

A print from a newly-arrived letterpress cut from Wood Type Customs in Romania. Look carefully and you’ll see its real-world counterpart in reflection.

It’s Art in the Open tomorrow, the one day of the year where all is truly right with the world. And Olivia and I are cooking up a skunkworks not-art-in-the-open project for the hours leading up to the 4:00 p.m. start. In the front yard of 100 Prince Street. Involving, in part, the letters R and M. And also the letters Z, L, O, A, M and the numbers 9, 6, 5, and 2. And magical forest creatures.

Watch this space for details.

I believe the collective noun for roundabouts is orgy.

And there certain is an orgy of roundabouts on St. Peters Road: in East Royalty from Riverside Drive to the Route 25 there are now four of them. I updated OpenStreetMap today with the latest.

Since my mother stepped on a plane to go home in January 2020 we’ve FaceTimed every day or two; I owe her a great debt for helping me keep my head above water through grief and COVID.

Tomorrow my mother again steps on a plane to come home, but this time home is (her new home on) Prince Edward Island.

Tonight we FaceTimed for the last time. Tomorrow we can give each other a hug. For the first time in a very very very long time.

With apologies for the spelling of javellisant, for which my only excuse is a career made on the back of typing javascript.

Tip of the hat to Krista-Lee.

I’ve been making my way around the menu at The Shed, and I’ve settled on their espresso macchiato as the best experience of their coffee and their talents.

From today’s Corrections and clarifications in The Guardian:

It is tautologous to refer to “Mount Snowdon” as we did in panel text (Snowdon strike, 30 July, page 18). The English name Snowdon is derived from the Old English snaw dun meaning “snow hill”; in Welsh the peak is Yr Wyddfa.

I didn’t know what “tautologous” meant, so I looked it up:

the saying of the same thing twice in different words, generally considered to be a fault of style (e.g., they arrived one after the other in succession).

So “Mount Snowdon” is tautologous because it’s saying, in essence, “Mount Snow Mount.”

As it happens, Olivia and I were searching for just that word earlier in the year when discussing phrases like “PIN number” and “ATM machine.”