baking soda

Lohbado used baking soda to clean the kitchen counter. It didn't give off noxious fumes or dry out his skin.

mama's mansion

Early February, drowsiness sets in, the mind becomes transparent, Lohbado thought about his dear old mother who died in 1981. She used to say, in her mother's mansion there are many rooms. While having coffee, Lohbado gazed out the window at the old textile factory and its many windows.

Saturday Lunch

A well balanced lunch, following the principles of Club Morono, might include grass jelly, instant natural jellyfish, curry gravy and a pot of coffee.

groundhog day

Lohbado ventured out of his basement apartment on February 2. First, he took a picture of himself in the bathroom mirror, thus creating a separation between the immediate determination of Lohbado and Lohbado as reflected for himself. He saw and photographed his reflection in a neighbor's door, a reflection of Lohbado for others. That means Lohbado will go back to his apartment and mediate another six weeks of winter into a negation of winter as the affirmative presence of spring.

More important, February 2 was the birthday of James Joyce.

decay

This broken bike is likely under a layer of ice and snow right now. I took the photo a few years ago, on the edge of Payne River. 

midwinter breakfast

Midwinter grogginess, happens every year, the end of January, it got cold for a few weeks in Montreal. I got out the arctic parka and ordered a large coffee to stay awake. I eat porridge and yoghurt every morning for breakfast. I wonder what the cat is contemplating.

my day with a friend

We hadn't seen each other in a while. It was a perfect day for a rendezvous at a cafe, then lunch down the street, a visit to the dollar store and a drink at a local bar.