Iskwe
It seems the Fall is the start of much, rather than the end; modern society seems to work in opposition. Perhaps its the school year or municipal budgets that evoke such an impression. Or perhaps all of this is the culmination of work submitted, quietly, anonymously, slowly, diligently, one seed at a time. I may perhaps never sync with this rhythm but there are those who do.
Iskwe, photo by Matt Barnes
By Will McGuirk
Heat, yes, hot, hot, hot, coast on the heat waves, the world is turning, hope it don’t turn away, turn, turn, turn, find someone who’s turning and you will come around, lean into it, take it, love it, embrace it . . . because you don’t have to shovel sunshine, baby, you don’t have to shovel sunshine. Here are some of the tracks which made their ways across the slowcity.ca desk, enjoy them and the sun.