tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post113858864965989059..comments2023-05-16T04:46:21.091-06:00Comments on ALONE ON A WINDY RIDGE: I swear I sawBrenda Schmidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-1138770320208897862006-01-31T23:05:00.000-06:002006-01-31T23:05:00.000-06:00Tracy, we missed a great photo op. I had the perfe...Tracy, we missed a great photo op. I had the perfect composition in mind.<BR/><BR/>I have no idea what a spudnut is, but I've seen the odd sporran.<BR/><BR/>Pete, you put it perfectly. Cities aren't my natural habitat.<BR/><BR/>Kate, the matter of perspective interests me. I often think about it at the end of writers/artists colonies when I'm saying goodbye to writers from large cities such as yours. After spending a couple weeks in the rhythm of the colony, it's hard to believe our everyday lives are so different. What is urban, what is rural? On the other hand, when I attended Jon Paul Fiorentino and Robert Kroetsch's great <A HREF="http://www.amazon.ca/exec/obidos/ASIN/0889225230/qid=1138769866/sr=1-7/ref=sr_1_0_7/701-2173333-8369143" REL="nofollow"><I>Post-Prairie</I></A> panel at the 2005 Winnipeg Writers Festival and read the book's opening dialogue and some of the poems on the 12 1/2 hour bus ride home to the north, I was very conscious of place and differences in perspective.Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-1138743285670008462006-01-31T15:34:00.000-06:002006-01-31T15:34:00.000-06:00I grew up in Saskatoon but now live in Toronto. ...I grew up in Saskatoon but now live in Toronto. When I go home for a visit, the minute we pull into the city from the airport, I feel a sense of relief in anticipation of slowing down for a few days or weeks. It's all in one's perspective I guess!Kate S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16897618197257393697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-1138650911201365032006-01-30T13:55:00.000-06:002006-01-30T13:55:00.000-06:00I'm reminded of Peter Matthiessen's comment in The...I'm reminded of Peter Matthiessen's comment in <I>The Snow Leopard</I>: referring to zoologist George Schaller, his companion on the journey to Crystal Mountain, Matthiessen said Schaller "loathes all cities". I wouldn't go as far as that myself, but do understand the feeling. Cities aren't my natural habitat.<BR/><BR/>Tracy: Or, perhaps, nothing says "tight sporran" like bagpiping?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-1138638829644707012006-01-30T10:33:00.000-06:002006-01-30T10:33:00.000-06:00I've just found your blog - and I like it very muc...I've just found your blog - and I like it very much. When I have more time, I will give it a good, long read - I am very interested in your perspective, being a city girl myself.<BR/><BR/>I've also recently returned from a trip to Saskatoon, please stop by <A HREF="http://doggerelblogger.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-journey-to-exotic-saskatoon.html" REL="nofollow">my blog</A> and take a look at some of my pictures.<BR/><BR/>Any idea what a <B>spudnut</B> is?doggerelbloggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01389185751952958837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-1138593578462050202006-01-29T21:59:00.000-06:002006-01-29T21:59:00.000-06:00I made a typo on the last comment. What I meant t...I made a typo on the last comment. What I meant to say: Nothing say bag-piping like a tight sporran.Tracy Hamonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18268950046166039920noreply@blogger.com