Just Because I Love You All So Much…

I want to share more of my ‘weather’ with you.  Yes, that’s right, more snow, ice, cold and even more snow.  See?  This is why you love me right back!  

This is what you see when you look down

This is what you see when you look to the right

This is what you see when you look in front of you

This is what you see when you look up

Just look at those poor birds! It's so cold they have to huddle together lest they freeze to death. Aw aren't they tweet?

How about this? Poor Mr. sun is peeping out from the snow laden clouds begging for someone, ANYONE to help him get the hell out from under their oppression. Clouds are bullies, I've just decided and snow clouds are gangsta bullies. :0

A lovely mound of cold, wet snow. Snow, the Canadian burden

More Photos…

I saw this at Cape Spear. Apparently it was warning me about...

this and...

this

I also went to a dead end road and saw this...

and this

The other day when it snowed I saw this

Two days later I saw this

Photos I Took In August

It's just cute. A couple of fairies from the Peter Pan Sculpture in the park

I'm very proud of this one. I think I captured 'work' here.

Yes it's a feather. Yes it's on the water. Yes, somewhere there is a cold duck

Self explanatory. I took it because if I were a picnic table, I would be this one. Red among the green and solitarily complete. Like Garbo.

I'm in love...with an ant. Specifically this ant. He is my photographic muse and I take no pictures without summoning his asistance.

New Snaps

Yep, I’ve been out and about again…camera in hand and once again you are invited to partake of this visual feast!

What sort of person would I be if I lived on an island and didn’t squeeze in just one photo of the water?  A lonely boat on an endless sea,  could be  lost or simply free.

Second  up is an equine treat.  See what you can see when you turn a corner at a stop light on a lazy Sunday?  I photographed him while he ignored me, a typical horse.  Isn’t he beautiful though.  I used to ride and whenever I see them it makes me nostalgic.  They are indeed mythic creatures that allow us to think we’ve tamed them, sort of like cats in that regard.

I bet you thought curtains were only to keep out the light and prying eyes, but NO, they are also excellent sunset catchers, especially when they are cheap patterned metallic threaded sheers from the dollar store!  I’ve a few of these, but I will only bore you with three.

Spider spider on the car

I think this time you’ve gone too far   :p

Contrast or what?  For some reason it looks like the tree is flipping the bird to the jet…or maybe the tree is flipping me the bird.  lol

Lucky You! More Holiday Photos

You’ve had the wind swept beaches, panoramic views, rocky shores and now, I shall show you the old folks and the youngin!  What more could you lovely people want.  Here we are, along with some falling down barns.  For some peculiar reason, Nova Scotia is littered with decaying barns.   There are also some photos of a day trip to a place I used to play in as a kid, Fort Anne.  What kid could possibly resist canons and trenches by the sea?  Okay, lets commence with the photographic assault.  Don’t blame me if your eyes bleed.  You’ve been warned!

Yes, it’s a bench!  A bench with old people!  This is my sweet hubby Paul and I in Yarmouth, Nova Scotia.

Paul and the love of my life, my daughter Faye.

A patient husband and a cranky tween makes for a neat photo.

The tale of two trees.  Fort Anne grounds.

Cannon

Cannon balls

The underside of a Lunar moth we found on the screen door of the campsite office.

Same Lunar moth, other side.  This must be the most beautiful bug I’ve ever seen.  I touched it many times and it  never budged an inch.  A very tolerant moth indeed.

Now, I’m a red blooded Acadian girl, but dear god, I advise everyone reading this, DO NOT EAT RAPPIE PIE.  I know I’m supposed to culturally love it but a bowl full of potatoes and rabbit that have the consistency of snot isn’t my idea of appetizing.  When I was a kid, they used to play this dirty trick to get me to eat it.  On the table was a nice slab of rappie pie and on the counter, in full view of my child self, was my favourite dessert, blueberry pie.  No rappie pie, no blueberry pie.

Falling down barn 1

You’ve heard of Vlad the Impaler?

This is Chad the  Sailor Impaler.  Partly because my daughter likes scary stories and partly because Stephen King was visiting the artist up the road a few years back, I saw these gloves as an opportunity to make up a story.  Chad the Sailor Impaler was born!  Maybe I’ll write it down for Halloween and post it here?  lol

Proof that we DID do our laundry and that it is possible to morph into your grandfather!  Oh Anthony Bourque would love this!  LOL  Bless you Grampa, you are missed.

Just before I took this photo, John Boy Walton went into Crappy Tire to buy a chainsaw for Daddy and some clothespins for Mama.  ;)  You have NO idea how much it’s like Walton’s Mountain.  Okay, that’s enough torture for one day/night, depending where you are located.  I bid you goodnight…night John boy, night Mary Ellen, night Ben…

More Photos

Which Way Would You Go?

Even Shadows Need To Rest

Was Here…And My Camera And I Acknowledged This

More Holiday Photos

This doesn’t capture the beauty of this stretch of highway along the Newfoundland portion of the TransCanada highway near Deer Lake, but I tried!

Sky and Trees on the TransCanada outside Antigonish Nova Scotia.  I can’t resist a lovely sky.

Empty benches on The Caribou Ferry, from Cape Breton to Port Aux Basques Newfoundland.  The thought occurred to me that these benches were a perfect expression of the empty vastness of the sea as we perceive her surface, but teeming wth life and activity underneath.  What we see above is never an indication of what lies below, is it?

Tourists always meet at the most important point in any journey:  The gas station.  Running out of fuel and needing to pee are truly the great equalizers of those on a road trip.  :0

Self explanatory.  What isn’t, is how terribly sad we three were to be coming back here.  I do believe a move is in the future.

The path to ‘Balancing Rock’  Briar Island Nova Scotia.  I liked the daunting look of this path.  The sheer visual length made it ‘feel’ never ending.  Hmmm…sort of like this recession.  ;)

There it is, Balancing Rock.  The result of the eternal path above.  It was well worth it, even if I’d been there before, Paul and Faye seeing it for the first time made it new for me too.

More Photos!

I took some photos along the coast today.  The first two are for Anne Brooke   because I promised her an iceberg or two.  As it happens they were in today which is good news for us in the frozen north because it heralds some semblance of spring type weather arriving.  Dear god I hope so.  It seems I’ve also found a way to express my obsession with eternal resting places and found three new boneyards this evening.  I find their locations fascinating because of their quaint surroundings they seem sort of cheerful, in an Edgar Allen Poe kind of way, if that’s at all possible.  My other photo obsession, roads to nowhere is indulged once here as well.   There are also a few more shots of interesting objects such as the demon sculptures in someone’s yard which were next door to the church sculpture.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Cult Of Personality, Photos And My Affliction

 

 

 

I’ve noticed lately that I belong to a small pool of writers who don’t have an image of themselves displayed.  I admit that at first I didn’t because quite frankly the obsession with exterior appearances and the cult of personality put me off.  I also felt my anonymity gave greater creedence to my words and therefore no bias would affect another’s perception of them.  although I’m female, I don’t think that’s immediately obvious to anyone who reads this blog.  If it is obvious, then I’m seriously deluded and far girlier than I thought and this means absolutely nothing.  ;)  The other reason for the abscence of any photo of my mug on this blog is completely due to an affliction I’ve suffered for a long time.  I developed the condition when I was a child and as the years have passed it has gradually worsened.  I’ve had periods where it was in a sort of remission but it always flairs up again, worse than before.   At times it’s crippled my relationships because of the lack of understanding between myself and those who don’t suffer from this type of disorder.   In fact, on occasion those nearest and dearest to me avoided being seen with me in public because of embarrassment.  To say I was hurt is an understatement.   When I do put my photo up, and it will be soon, the physical manifestation of my disorder will be clearly apparent.  As far as I know there is absolutely no cure for what I have,  but an old friend once told me no one can help me because  I just don’t want it.  She said I’m a hopeless case.  She’s right.  You see, I suffer from BAD CLOTHES.  I admit it now.  I am vehemently opposed to any therapy that takes away my STRIPES, POLKA DOTS, LARGE FLOWER PATTERNS, GEOMETRIC SHAPES, VILE COLOURS and any other ‘out there’  attire  that offends the eye of the beholder. Yes, it’s true I’m one of THOSE people. You know, you see them waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay before you should.   I no longer apologise for it but I felt it fair to warn you that you may have to search for my face amid the riot of colour and the busy  pattern.  I haven’t quite decided if I’m going to go for the  magenta shirt with the stripes AND the dots, my very favourite, or a to die for floral number with sunflowers and fern.  I also like that lime green number with the shocking pink collar, but we’ll see.    Someone told me to wear black, but if I did that I wouldn’t look nearly as atrocioius as I ought to.  anyway, now you know, so there.  I’ll put one up in a few days so you can have someone to gaze at when you are bouncing between the top three I appear to inspire: Love, Hate and bland indifference.