Wednesday, September 28th 2015
I snapped these shots from the waiting room at the osteopath’s this morning. They offer a North East view of Dollard-des-Ormeaux, a suburb in Montreal’s West Island, where you find a pretty standard mix of commercial buildings, bungalows, split-levels homes, cottages, town houses, condos, and some apartment buildings.
Almost none of them are visible from this height; the trees have swallowed them up.
It struck me that our dominion over nature is a matter of perspective.
“Do you remember the suburbs and the plaintive flock of landscapes
The cypress trees projected their shadows under the moon
That night when as summer waned I listened
To a languorous bird forever wroth
And the eternal noise of a river wide and dark
(The Voyager)”
― Pierre Albert-Birot, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology
