TENEE begins our descent into the Land of the Nile.  Besides gaining points on legible signatures, TENEE entertains our Inner Pac-Man with small square faces surrounding his work.  Neat huh?  NO matter which way you look at it, it speaks quietly and remorsefully about "the square life".

We have preached about this before, we will avoid it today.

In a nice collage, featuring a triad of hungry painters, "Slids" comes in 1st with Hot Dogs& Mustard for the Big Game.  The hearts on top are kinda cute and remind us all that Love is The Answer, both in and out o' the old TrainYards.  It's a Nurturing Kinda Thing.

After Slids, we run into "Gato" or likewise, and a "Hi Mom" to boot.  It's Summer Camp all over again.  Just shows you how integral God and Family is to our Canadian Homeland.  We may be Painters, Writers and Complainers, but we certainly have our Loyalties in order.

Without "Mom", there wouldn't be no "us".  Kinda puts it in perspective, no?

The next one is nice, but I don't have clue what it says.  At least I'm honest.  It's too late at night to be fruity and vulgar and come across like a "graffiti intellectual".  We see too many of them on David Letterman.

The only thing worth taking note of here is the Teeth growing out of the letter "R".  This one puts me in a mood for playing Scrabble while eating Sirloin Steak.

Okay.  Another message from the Sun. The Sun is talking to me. If I hear enough, and it makes enough sense, I'll go on Art Bell (or maybe George Noory) and reveal the Entire Truth.

You can tell it's November. A slow month down at the Grain-Loading Terminals.  Bad year for Wheat; all the prairies are either drying or dying.  Time to think about that "wheat-free" diet, Wilma.  Your intestines will move more easily, and that pesky mucous problem will finally resolve.

Days of Long Shadows and Fierce Winds.

I'm a Canada Boy; workin' on the Trains Of Joy.

Okay. Back to Flamboyancy and Fire. It's green as Pesto, but a melange of Vegetarian Hormones gone skiing.

One day I'll learn to read these, and then it'll be really interesting.  What would be in the minds of people who write these Furtive Prayers on the sides of Boxcars?

 

A few short "post-it-notes", and we're hitting the hay.  "Gaged" from Winnipeg sends Love to us all.  Do you know where Winnipeg is?  If you're an American, probably not.

Well listen up: it's slightly south of the Arctic Circle.  It's frozen there 11 months of the year; then the Mosquitoes come out.  And I'm talkin' Big Mosquitoes now.  Take your windshield out.  Most everyone there owns a Penguin for a pet.  The kids sleep in freezers because it's warmer than bedrooms.  And the Mayor is Gay.  Here in Canada, most of our politicians are Gay.  Funny place, but I feel safer here than in Selma, Alabama.  Know what I mean?

Another Treat from Winnipeg (area code 204!).  It's a little drawing of a man with a foot growing out the side of his hip.  Or maybe he's carrying a Jack'o'lantern on his back.

In some of these backwoods areas, people get high on common household cleaners and solvents.  Then their artistic side breaks loose.  Life expectancy is short, but the government will relocate them to another village and give them a free keg of stove oil.

But, some Blazin Taggin as well from good old ColdsVille: Kome & Crew do another Bleu.  marked 1998, again Damn Durable Paints we are using.

And, Kome, Kome on the Range >> a resilient re-connection to his own tag:

And, all's well that ends well.  It's been a Trip to Safeway, a march down the Ice Cream and Penguins Isle, a Boy and his dog find home again.

And the smell of Apple Pie is overpowering.

How nice to live in Canada!