For those of you sweltering in summer heat, here are some cooling images. I awoke to find this scene in my yard:
Yes, it's winter, but we usually get snow only once a year or so, and usually later - August or even September, when the winds blow straight up from the Antarctic.
It had stopped snowing, so I set off for work. Shortly after I left home, it started snowing again. At work I kept checking out the window as the snow got heavier, wondering if I might get stuck there. Here is the scene just behind my office around one in the afternoon.
Towards mid-afternoon the snow turned to rain, and it started to melt. By the time I left work the rain had stopped too. So I stopped in Hagley Park - our large central park - for a photo session. This is the lake, looking east, with the trees lit up by the low rays of the sun.
And this is looking east into the sunset.
When I got home I found a fat envelope addressed in my own handwriting. Yes, another rejection letter. This one says "I think you write extremely well and have a true poetic gift and would like some time to print some of your work. The problem now is......you should perhaps try to avoid reliance on metaphor and move a little further towards postmodern and semiotic techniques" ?!?
I like my metaphors. Actually, I knew this magazine likes "postmodernism" and "semiotics" (whatever they may be) and tried to send him the poems I thought most likely to fit. Apparently they don't fit well enough. Well, I will try and figure out what he wants, but I probably won't alter my writing style to suit. "I yam what I yam"