We've got lights on in the afternoon

You used to act like we knew better

For now this is all you'll ever need

The always lovely Jenn Grant and Kinley Dowling performing with the Nova Scotia Symphony Orchestra.

Xtra: Moving * Pictures is a welcome getaway

Oh, la la! My little blog is famous thanks to Mae Callen, who posted a write up on Moving*Pictures in Xtra.ca's Queer Canadian Blogs.

"Shannon Webb-Campbell is a photographer from Halifax, and Moving*Pictures is her photo blog. From the small hints and clues I have been able to dig up, it appears as though she has moved to or is travelling through Europe, including spending quite a bit of time in Spain and France.

Her blog is filled with the rich yellow glow of Parisian cafés and the pale blue and white seas of the Mediterranean. One of the things I love about this blog is the silence. There is very little text to get in the way of the stories and dreams the photos convey.

Each post is titled with a poetic one-line quotation — sometimes they are from recognizable poems or songs, other times we can imagine they come from a passing conversation or a scribbled love note. Shannon is able to capture the simple, rich beauty in everyday life. Well, at least the simple, rich beauty of everyday European life.

For those of us sitting indoors looking out from our monitors at a grey Canadian winter, this distinction is essential. Scrolling through this blog is like taking a mini-vacation to places and beautiful moments that all of us could use once in a while. Shannon’s blog is a welcome getaway."

Laughter still ringing in my ear

Love beyond all reason is a love so hard to find

Oh sweet sorrow, let's write the book tomorrow

Won't you stay home and keep our memories warm

Words fall through me and always fool me

All that we fall for

They are listening to the stained glass for answers

You just walked away and I just watched

Be still for a second while I try and try to pin your flowers on

Left with no planned escape we set our hearts ablaze

Glowing, gloaming, I know nothing at all

Lonely creatures come together

Come on home the universe is not so small

Run your engine ragged child the cold is here to stay

Jump the line and turn the key

He had to find away to make a peace with the mine

We filled up on whiskey, we filled up on wine, we filled up on cinnamon hearts

You struck me dumb like radium, like Peter Pan or Superman

When you're eyes are sick with wonder and your heart is in a cast. This too, shall pass

This is worth coming from being gone

In the sunlight that is left, we can make a list of things to forget

Why can't things just stay the same?

This is the definition of my life

I could fill up the lake with all the things I didn't say

Your voice takes me out of my skin

I had to hide myself in a book to keep your love away

I want to hang on even though you are gone

It won't be long until winter is gone again

There is no one who will take me by the shore

This is the story of the one you lost

The house always wins in the end

It's not going to stop until you wise up

In a heartbeat you'll be free

If I ever found the cause of this sadness

Let them know the burden of your blues

Let us pause in life's pleasures