A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
There's an interesting phenomenon going on with this. When someone finds a single mitten or glove, they seem to place it on the nearest post they find. The result is many many lost mittens sitting atop poles. (I even found one in the branches of a tall tree.)
All of these wayward mittens made me wonder about the people who'd dropped them. What was happening the moment they accidentally set their mittens free?
My sister, Alison Barber started a program called Mittens for Kittens at the wonderful Stirling-Rawdon Public Library, when she worked as their children's librarian. Mittens for Kittens, collects donations of mittens and distributes them to those in need of warm fingers.
On my latest mitten-photographing expedition, I was accompanied by my wee buddy, Charlotte, who provided me with this photo...
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Tell us your stories about public transit, (your experiences in Canada, and all over the world). Share the reasons why you love it. Or why you loathe it.
|Words of wisdom from our friends at the TTC.|
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
She'd said no. Absolutely not. Out of the question.
Monday, February 14, 2011
I thought I kept that roar to myself, but it turns out that I didn't.
Well, I don't know about that. But someone ripped the stop sign from my hands, and I did feel a man's arms go around me from behind. And then I heard shouting and sirens in the distance getting closer.
Happy Valentine's Day, story-makers.
Friday, February 11, 2011
As I rifled through this suitcase, I felt this delicious sense of catching a glimpse into a bigger story. These little scraps were clues to someone's life. When I thought about sharing these with you, I began to consider the implications. Was I doing this unknown person harm? And when does something become public property? I did find these items in the trash, after all. For whatever reason, someone had chosen to discard them.
It's my goal with this blog to explore the connections between us. To point out the similarities, rather than highlight the differences. So here is a little look at what's inside this mysterious suitcase...
Have an inspired weekend, folks, and don't forget to look around. See you back here on Monday for a new story.
ps. Anyone have an idea what the "8 letter word for what you need" could be?
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
The shadow people silently entered the garage. Luca could see them as dark shapes through the tarp. The closest one reached out its long-fingered hand and pulled back the plastic, revealing Luca in his hiding place.
Friday, February 4, 2011
If you guys have any wall-writing you've discovered in your travels and would like to share, send it my way and I'd be happy to post it up!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Yesterday, he came upon me in my hiding spot. I raised my tail in alarm and froze. I expected him to rush at me, or run away. But he hunkered in the leaves and watched me with big curious eyes that reminded me of my own son. Later, I saw him drawing pictures of me in his sketchbook.