Echoes Beneath the Dome
The stark silhouette of the Archdiocese of St. Boniface church dome rises defiantly against a brooding prairie sky, its neoclassical lines softened by decades of memory.
Early Morning Fog
The forest holds its breath. Morning fog clings to the undergrowth like a held memory, softening the sharpness of the branches.
Canada Goose
The goose under the coloured bridge Beneath the bridge, in a pocket of stillness layered with shadows and spray paint, a single Canada goose stands like it knows something we…
"If you fall, get up." We found this under the railway bridge near Higgins and Main.
Where Trains Rumble, Walls Talk
It’s easy to miss if you’re just driving by, but under the railway bridge near Higgins and Main, the walls are alive.
In Winnipeg, graffiti always pops up like little surprises scattered across the city. We found this one under the bridge near Main and Higgins.
Walls We Walk By: Higgins and Main
We found these inspiring words under a bridge near Main and Higgins.
Like Ink On Ice
Carried in the Cold, Not in the Cloud The metaphor “like ink on ice, stories unspooling like smoke in the air” vividly captures the fragile yet persistent nature of storytelling…
After the Bark
The tree dreams in textures now. Bark has been replaced by memory. Weathered lines recall the touch of wind, the breath of moss, the quiet tension between collapse and stillness. This is not death, but the long, slow rehearsal for return — to soil, to silence, to something shapeless yet whole.
Waiting at the Water’s Edge
In spring, the river swells with memory. Ice pulls back, revealing thick ribbons of mud and trails softened by thaw.