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Manitoba Wild Rice Risotto with Sautéed Mushrooms and Truffle Oil For this week's AI Food Prompt series recipe and image, we present a luxurious Manitoba wild rice risotto, combined with sautéed mushrooms and finished with a hint of truffle oil.

For this week's AI Food Prompt series recipe and image, we present a luxurious Manitoba wild rice risotto, combined with sautéed mushrooms and finished with a hint of truffle oil.

Manitoba Wild Rice Risotto with Sautéed Mushrooms and Truffle Oil

Tony Eetak April 11, 2025

Indulge in this week’s AI Food Prompt Friday recipe and image with Manitoba wild rice risotto and...

Showcasing the Impact of Self-Initiated Community Projects Self-initiated projects, from grassroots zines to cultural festivals, have the power to reshape communities. These bottom-up efforts address local needs, foster creativity, and build stronger bonds. Discover the role of micro-grants and community incubators in turning passion into lasting impact.

Self-initiated projects, from grassroots zines to cultural festivals, have the power to reshape communities. These bottom-up efforts address local needs, foster creativity, and build stronger bonds. Discover the role of micro-grants and community incubators in turning passion into lasting impact.

Showcasing the Impact of Self-Initiated Community Projects

Jamie Bell April 10, 2025

From independent zines to local festivals and skill-sharing workshops, grassroots community projects fuel connection and creativity.

Waiting at the Water’s Edge Mud pulls at your feet, the river hums under closed bridges, and the air thickens with thawed-out memory. Between branches and broken trails, a stillness opens—where water dreams upward, steel waits without speaking, and the season writes itself in soft collisions.

Mud pulls at your feet, the river hums under closed bridges, and the air thickens with thawed-out memory. Between branches and broken trails, a stillness opens—where water dreams upward, steel waits without speaking, and the season writes itself in soft collisions.

Waiting at the Water’s Edge

Tony Eetak April 9, 2025

In spring, the river swells with memory. Ice pulls back, revealing thick ribbons of mud and trails...

The Bison

Among bare branches and snow-laced silence, the book-buffalo waits—pages frozen in time, wisdom stacked into muscle and memory. It is not sculpture, but spellwork. It holds what we forgot we carried: story, survival, and the soft hoofbeats of future paths.

The Bison

Tony Eetak April 9, 2025

Tucked into the natural paths at The Forks, Education is the New Bison emerges like a quiet monument.

The Quiet Rows Empty seats in a lecture hall echo with memory—fragments of thought, laughter, doubt, discovery. Education isn’t confined to presence; it resonates in absence. These still rows are archives of energy, holding the quiet hum of voices that changed everything. Most of us never make it here.

Empty seats in a lecture hall echo with memory—fragments of thought, laughter, doubt, discovery. Education isn’t confined to presence; it resonates in absence. These still rows are archives of energy, holding the quiet hum of voices that changed everything. Most of us never make it here.

The Quiet Rows

Tony Eetak April 9, 2025

At the University of Winnipeg, that idea lives in the space itself. It’s not just a school;...

Playground In Winnipeg’s playgrounds, metal tipis rise like echoes of old songs, catching sky in their spines. These are not structures but spells—frames for imagined fires and stories unspoken. Here, laughter roots in the dust, spiraling upward. Memory plays barefoot, circling the sacred geometry where past and future quietly braid. Photo: Jamie Bell

Playground

Jamie Bell April 9, 2025

The playgrounds and gathering spaces at The Forks are layered with meaning—designed not just for function, but...

Carved in Stone Winnipeg’s stonework hums in chisel tongues—glyphs of frostbitten dreams etched in sediment and soot. Faces emerge, not seen but sensed, eroded into myth by wind and waiting. Carvings press silence into permanence, where granite listens and limestone weeps. Each groove a memory. Each building, a slow exhale of forgotten hands.

Winnipeg’s stonework hums in chisel tongues—glyphs of frostbitten dreams etched in sediment and soot. Faces emerge, not seen but sensed, eroded into myth by wind and waiting. Carvings press silence into permanence, where granite listens and limestone weeps. Each groove a memory. Each building, a slow exhale of forgotten hands.

Carved in Stone

Tony Eetak April 9, 2025

All over the Forks—tucked near the riverbanks, beside trails, or half-buried in grass—you’ll find carvings.

Art, the Power of Third Places and Informal Economies Behind every thriving creative space is an unseen web of exchange. Whether it’s bartering mural work for studio time or musicians sharing gear, informal economies power the arts in ways that grants and galleries can’t. Dive into the grassroots systems keeping creativity alive.

Behind every thriving creative space is an unseen web of exchange. Whether it’s bartering mural work for studio time or musicians sharing gear, informal economies power the arts in ways that grants and galleries can’t. Dive into the grassroots systems keeping creativity alive.

Art, the Power of Third Places and Informal Economies

Jamie Bell April 9, 2025

Where creativity meets community, resilience thrives. From underground art markets to skill-sharing circles, informal creative economies are...

We Make the Path by Walking What if the future of leadership isn't found in boardrooms, but in backyards, art studios, and shared meals? This piece invites a shift in how we see power, community, and the kinds of change that last.

What if the future of leadership isn't found in boardrooms, but in backyards, art studios, and shared meals? This piece invites a shift in how we see power, community, and the kinds of change that last.

We Make the Path by Walking

Jamie Bell April 8, 2025

Real change starts with what’s already here.

Bridges: The Forks Beneath the rusted lattice of the old rail bridges near the Forks, time bends—steel bones whispering histories into the wind, footsteps echoing between memory and motion. The river moves slow and thick below, like thought unspoken, while overhead the iron arches cradle sky and silence.