We like to think that Gertrude would be pleased.

We were in Kairos whenever we were in the studio and in Kronos whenever we left it.

O, how I've missed rolling around on this floor.

My room at the artist spa includes a view of our studio.

1/20th of the taxidermy at the infamous Bennett's Gas

Thank goodness for geeks.

Even the birds are confused.

How one place can bring such a rush of memories.

A matter of tribes.

I wish I was on a train.

Melt.

Finally: pancakes

I'm a bit of a homebody.

Anatomy of a work-in-progress.

Weekends mean lattés.

I was lost in the land of deadlines and demands.

Collaborating on a grant application is easier than I thought it would be.

Placing a recently filled journal on this shelf always brings a sense of accomplishment.

Back to work.

Home: a gratitude practice to offset the shock of going from +25C to -38C with windchill in the past 24 hours

A funny thing happened when leaving for the airport.

Things learned while in Tulum

In the standing for best octopus I've ever eaten.

Xmas day at Mayan ruins.

International bathing.

goth Mayan oyakodon

There's a jungle out there.

Interpretations

How to be a fashionable yet warm concert-goer during the Saskatchewan winter.

ice inside

Tech rehearsal for CORE III

That kind of month.

The Upgrade.

When the weather grows so suddenly cold, bodies tighten.

I think it'll be staying awhile this time.

The composer's empty page.

A very Russian teacup after a very Russian virtual opera.

Our phone is wearing its studio day hat.

The best part of the neurologist's office...

first snow

The traditional photo of my progeny's reunion.

My mother's surreal glowing garden decor.

Our newest hugelkultur bed in progress.

The last of our garden arugula.

A crunchy yellow carpet.

Attempting to read during a synthesizer and chainsaw duet.

The first yoga practice after a week of illness requires all the props.

Shiso harvest.

Nominee for the most unpleasant waiting room in Western Canada.

The irony of canceling a doctor's appointment because I'm too ill to leave the house.

The 1920s equivalent of the TED talk.

My physiotherapist's wife must love purple.

The best part of an otherwise melancholy day: prepping a new journal.

A quiet spot between the Science buildings after teaching a Voice class.

My husband's twig farm.

I'll be teaching here for the next two weeks.

A dead bat makes its own small coffin.

I will forgive my mother-in-law for interrupting my yoga practice because she brought me gladiolus.

By the end of today most - if not all - of these trees will be gone.

My extra-minimalist orchid.

Ana and our semi-nomadic artist friends from Calgary are visiting.

Silver lining of the Alberta flood: silt beaches in Saskatoon.

A body of maple mulch.

It was a needling kind of day.

Not quite Japan, but an attempted facsimile on our deck.

Mr. Bones is glowing this morning.

Gentrification is noisy business.

Backyard temporary sound installation with found cymbal.

The sky is so blue today.

Ostentatious lions.

The unfamiliar sound of the furnace in August woke me.

Holiday Monday and the rest of the house is asleep. I can read in peace.

Finding foci.

Fresh figs! A rare treat.

Studio day. Fleshing out ideas for a new performance project.

There's something about black tea that warms me to my centre. I usually drink green tea but the weather has cooled and I am craving black tea's smoky warmth.