James' Coffee Blog

This evening I was on a wonderful call about websites where, at two points, I reached for books that were around me as a visual reference. One of the books was “Mini Louvre”, a gift given to me that contains images and information about various artworks in the Louvre. We ended up talking about how there should be more picture books for adults, something I raised after sharing...

My first feelings outside this morning were of the chilly, refreshing autumn air; one for which I have been yearning for many days. I feel at home in cooler climates. In the grass, a rabbit hops slowly; other rabbits gather, too. A bird flies in front of me as I walk; many kinds of birds sing, heard by each other and the trees and me. In the song, I wonder. Do birds have thei...

While walking earlier today, I noticed a few tall trees in the distance were starting to turn yellow. One tree in particular stands out to me; one changing faster than others, adding a new hue to the once all-green canopy of trees. I look around and start to notice the first signs of yellowing on other trees, too – the ends of branches tinted with the colour of the next seaso...

Wearing a distinguished red scarf, the fluffy librarian sits atop a shelf of books.

Of the stacks and stacks of stories and tales resting beneath, he knows all.

Edgar is a quiet, soft fellow — content contemplating closer to the clouds.

He could recite any poem from Dickinson —
or paint a portrait of the quietest, fullest Japanese coffee shop.

Ins...

the forever flutters
like a lantern,
warming, present.