Saturday, May 30, 2009
am sick ... with virus,
TROJANS are invading,
cough, cough, HACK, HACK, wheeze
off to computer vet ... again
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Of course, there was no post. Not in drafts. Not even in my head anymore.
I'm going back to search my pillow. Maybe it is there.
In the meantime, here is a look at Chatelaine magazine. It is essentially Canadian and used to be much more important than it is now.
Oh, damn, now I really wish I remembered my dream.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
It is only breakfast (open from 6am-3pm).
and you must love fruit, because everything on the menu is laden with piles of fruit
but after finally deciding, I broke my vow and took pictures of food in a restaurant. (still trying out the different settings)
my friend tried to think healthy with the eggs to go with the fruit
I gave up on any pretense and went for the waffle with fresh cream
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
In other news... we have four new baby peregrine falcons up in the Sheraton Hotel nest in Hamilton. Their scrape was cleaned out (after the mess they made last year!) for their arrival and they have acquired a lovely Weed strategically placed in the nearest corner for the chicks to sit under. Looks very homey. Here you can see Madame X looking around for mate Surge and screaming at him to get home with dinner because "I'm getting tired of sitting on these four kids who are squirming with hunger and the midges up here are just not enough food".
Monday, May 18, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Lots of rain, severe winds, with thunder storms to come.
Such was the forecast.
(embiggen for full effect)
Sixty-seven minutes of idling here and I was off - directly into more rain, more wind, even darker skies. Oh yeah, this was not going to be a good hair day. But, at the end of my journey would be fellow blogger and night worker Mr Nighttime. My second blogmeet, his first. (I am his first!!)
We ate, we laughed, we listened to music, we shared stories. We didn't take photos of each others feet or backs or obscured reflections as proof of our meeting (though it was suggested). And we didn't discuss other bloggers (much), mostly because we don't share too many blogfriends - though that may change, as you will all want to read his version of events, won't you? Mr Nighttime generously drove me around some of the most scenic parts of Rochester, and I generously did not make him stop every 100 yards so I could take a picture of the most scenic buildings and views the city has to offer. We had an agenda. Mine was to see the lilacs and his was to let me see his theatre. A tour of his soon to be no more theatre, a chance to stand on stage and gaze out over an empty auditorium... an insiders' view, an actor's enthusiasm... what a treat.
Then the day turned more promising.
We both live in Wine Country and in cities reknowned for Lilac Festivals. So a little comparison was in order. I deliberately chose this, the only wet-windy-forecasted day of the week for my visit because of the Lilac Festival and it being Wine and Blues Day. And it did not disappoint. Though, would it be uncharitable to complain that the brilliant sunshine was a little too brilliant for photos? One of the disadvantages of a point-and-shoot. The wind however, swirled the scent of the heavenly lilacs to almost giddying porportions at times.
After sampling several of the wines on offer in the free wine tent, and sampling the heady aroma of the several (hundred) lilacs on offer in the free park, I have to say that Niagara wines are far superior to Finger Lakes wines, but the Highland Park Festival just may be superior to our Royal Botanical Gardens Lilac Festival.
Afterall, this is a city that even paints her streets purple in celebration of the lilac!
Meeting blog friends though, is incomparable.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
With a twist. We were to go back to a previous theme and produce a black and white photo for it. And then do it again with another previous theme.
So here I've chosen architecture and picked two photos from NYC taken last January.
These are some gorgeous homes near Central Park West
(those horrible new windows certainly pop out!)
I wanted to make this one look a little sinister. And I like how the detail in the brick shows up in this corner tower.
Now, the easiest way to have created these would have been to simply convert to black and white. But I then played around with the colour and hue levels and the tones and kept layering until I got the detail I liked.
Then thought about my second theme:
The original was taken in very bright light at midday, so I wanted to tone down some of that brightness. I tried to accentuate the colours of the squares and the variety in the trees. Am not sure about the yellow, ended up compromising there to get the leaves in detail, but the three squares do look very colourful in B&W.
This photo challenge is growing in participants every week, check out SundayStills to see who they all are and what they have come up with.
Friday, May 8, 2009
“A lovingly beautiful blog. It’s like being a three- or four-year-old and looking at the world for the first time again. Read it and you’ll feel good about being human.” – Jim Hedger, Webmaster radio
I'd like to say that waking up refreshed and rarin' to go after a good deep sleep is one thing that makes me happy. Well, it is, but I don't think it falls into the 'unimportant things that make you happy' category. which is the point of this tag. That is a really important thing. This past week has been especially trying, for some reason. The mere act of waking up has exhausted me. Walking over to the kitchen then the computer, I'm glad of the chair. Even the computer has been a bit trying of late, taking so long to upload some blogs, that I give up and go lay down, where my desire to read fights with my need to sleep. Neither one seems to come out a winner.
But, with the birds singing and the sun shining I headed outdoors today. And thought about the Six Unimportant Things That Make Me Happy.
A tag from reflecting Susan over in the 'Swamp. I won't tag any of you, but if anyone else feels like playing, "you're it".
1. A good hair day
2. The smell of laundry fresh off the line. Especially bedsheets. And pillowcases.
3. A brilliantly painted sunset after a dull day.
4. A really, really, good cup of tea in the afternoon.
5. Ducks. Playing, waddling, quacking, swimming, diving. How can you not smile when you see them?
6. When a young child, who is not yours and you've just met, reaches up and puts her hand in yours. Of course, I get this same warm feeling when a cat climbs onto my lap and curls up to sleep. It's a tie.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
There we are - can you see me? In the bottom right ^ corner. I've long blonde hair, wearing what looks like an orangey jacket. There is a young,
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
This time, I thought I'd use my special little glass. It is a delicate Heineken 6oz and sits on the top shelf because I don't use it very often. Which means it needed a bit of cleaning before pouring the Hoegaarden into it. So, I washed it and with a teatowel in both hands, grasped the base with my left hand and proceeded to wipe the rim with my right hand. And immediately broke it. It shattered like a light potato chip.
I was proud of myself for not crying.
And for having that teatowel wrapped around my hand.
It did make me very sad, though. I have had that glass for 30 years. I know this because that is how long it's been since I lived in Holland, where I got it. The shattering of a 30 year old memento and then realizing how long it has been a memento has a way of making one reminisce and feel nostalgic. And wonder what the hell happened to that 20 year old's free spirit? It also made me sad, because, as I said, I rarely used it for fear of it breaking, which now seems a waste. I have another glass from my stay that has a picture of the newly crowned Queen Beatrix, from 30Apr 1980. I'm pretty sure I would have cried if that had broken. Not because I particularly like it, but for the memories it holds.
We were warned at the time of the Coronation, not to go into the city centre because of the crowds and the threats of riots. But, after watching on TV, we decided to head on in anyway and see how far we could safely get. And we saw no rioting, no teargas, none of the water cannons aimed at the protesters (and there were many, but not as many as the cheering people). We managed to get into the square in front of the palace and I remember one very happy older gentleman pushing us forward and explaining who all the people on the balcony waving at us were. It was my first sighting of any Queen and I got two in one day.
Later, a Dutch friend of ours came by with several copies of a popular magazine, Margriet, for us. He had been looking at the special edition and in particular the centre spread of the crowds of people in the square as the Royal Family waved from the balcony. And somehow, in that photo of thousands of people, he found us: two Canadians, one American, and himself.
My heart goes out to the Dutch people and the recent act of violence aimed at the Royal Family that killed and injured so many cheering bystanders. At least in 1980, you knew what the protesters were about; this will forever remain unexplained. Yet, will change everything.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
(hmmm, this looks way better if embiggened on your screen
so click away on all images)
I pass this house every day while at work
and finally stooped to take some photos in the early morning
creating a shadow of myself in the process
It's mostly tulips and daffodils that are out now, though I have seen some hyacinth and yesterday saw the beginnings of a purple iris.
Some flowers just don't know where to stop
Here we have a Sakura Cherry Blossom Tree grove that was donated to Burlington in 1997 from Itabashi Japan as part of our twinning.
It suddenly came into blossom last Thursday after all the rain.
Sakura is the name of the flower from the ornamental cherry tree. The cherry blossom is an omen of good fortune and is also an emblem of love, affection and represents spring. The cherry blossom symbolizes feminine beauty in China and in Japan cherry blossoms also symbolize clouds due to their nature of blooming en masse, besides being an enduring metaphor for the ephemeral and fleeting nature of life.
The transience of the blossoms, the extreme beauty and quick death, has often been associated with mortality. For this reason, cherry blossoms are richly symbolic, and have been utilized often in Japanese art, manga, anime and film. source: Wikipedia
See SundayStills for more interesting flowers