February is I Love to Read! month. As an advocate for literacy in my province as well as regularly advocating our Freedom to Read guaranteed us under the Charter of Rights and Freedom in Canada (it is still regularly taken away), February ensures my involvement in some way... but not this year.
That's why I'm so happy to share someone else's awesome donation to the literacy cause. Winnipeg can now boast its own river library, where one can peruse a magazine while lacing up their skates. What a hearty breed we are, we prairie dwellers...
In and out, she
coiled her way about the lake waters
with impish delight. She was a fish, unfarmed, breathing in its fresh clean waters
with satisfaction, her scales, smooth cerulean skin. And when she noticed the
man on shore, hands in pockets, smiling, she projected herself high above the
water's surface and with one noble splash, disappeared below the late vernal
A good photographer will typically reveal the emotions that exist between his subjects through his art form. Richard Rinaldi wanted to see what emotions he might evoke by taking the same well-posed photos by - well, just watch...
After staring at the
white space on his screen for most of the morning, Peter rose and walked to the
kitchen to put on a fresh pot of java. With no blood circulating above the thighs his legs felt disconnected from his upper body, arms swaying back and forth
until he held the muddy glass coffee pot in one hand, the other hesitating on the bag of beans.
Why couldn't he
see what Charlie would do next? For two and a half days
now, Peter had furrowed for an after-the-murder resolution for his killer but had come up with
nothing. Zip, nada. And the writer was again doubting his career choice, renegotiating the terms of his love
life, wondering if he should take up jogging, and considering giving up caffeine.