Alberta Forecast

One fine morning in July

(I’m sorry I cannot specify)

Puffs of clouds will saunter my

Through a wide, untroubled sky


Try to savour it while you may

This could be the very best day

To paint the barn or cut the hay

or find a stream and drift away


                Keith Worthington

                from Puffs of Breath


Armstrong’s Discovery

What if-
when Neil walked on the moon
he had found
a stainless steel dinner spoon?

Would that have been enough
to make mankind swoon?

And would we,
in our intellect, make room
for a singular, sandy lunar spoon?

from Puffs of Breath

Figure of Speech

Not young men with families,

not young ladies with college degrees,

just boots on the ground.


Not souls, not intellects, not creative hands,

not doctors, not scientists, not keepers of the land.


What’s that sound, Father?

Boots on the ground, my son.


How many are there, Father?

Ten thousand outward bound.


What becomes of them, Father?

Many are lost and never found.


Who are they really, Father?

Boots on the ground.


Keith Worthington


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Lettering with Capitals

Capitals, either built-up or casual, make a clean, legible, strong impression. Here are several examples of our artwork featuring capital letterforms.


excerpt from The Season Settles In - capitals

(Excerpt from THE SEASON SETTLES IN, by Keith Worthington. Renate’s letters are made by manipulating the nib angle of the Capitals.


Two examples of Proverbs 25:11, lettered in Capitals, Versal “A”, and Italic. The lettering in the Saint John’s Bible was my inspiration for these pieces.


GROWTH: Words and letters by Renate, are presented as a page in the Bow Valley Calligraphy Guild book celebrating one of the BVCG milestones.

CHOCKSTONE by Keith Worthington. Renate’s letters are built-up capitals penned on a translucent vellum overlaying the artwork.


WAITING FOR SNOW by Keith Worthington. Renate’s lettering is a mix of Italic letters and informal Capitals.

Ski Buddies

I was told you were killed near Kandahar
while I skied at Lake Louise.
A roadside bomb awaited you
as I cruised among glades and trees.

Your body parts, they gathered and lay
in a coffin sealed so tight.
They brought you home in the cargo hold
beneath our flag of red and white.

Remember those times (not long ago)
we skied together at Lake Louise?
The same old mountains gathered ’round
to watch us do as we pleased.

Your tour of duty became Kandahar;
mine continued at Lake Louise.
How can there be on the very same Earth
two places such as these?

On my final descent from Top of the World
regret will accompany me
and two young men will disappear
among the ghostly trees.

Keith Worthington

from Poet on a Cargo Plane