Napoleon quote


I set up iGoogle with a quote generator which I am enjoying.

Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich. –  Napoleon

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lioness cub 2006 at the Elmvale Zoo


I was just about to leave that day at the zoo in Elmvale, Ontario back in 2006. She was with a handler on the grass near the exit. I was able to get about five feet away from her. Those eyes.

She is probably a lot larger now.

I imagine they don’t let her out on that shady, grass strip.

I might go there this weekend.

not just another day


Yesterday and last night while lots of other major news events were rolling out my corner of the universe got a bit ugly.

My foot wounds, slowly healing sores on my left achilles tendon and my ankle turned up their pain register on me last evening and night to the 10 on 10 level. Not a sissy boy hurting a little 10, but a real half Viking to the death 10 or at least 9. I kept looking around for a Viking battle axe to hit myself in the head with to distract me from how much anti-fun I was having with the excruciating pain in my left foot. By the end of the night small nocturnal animals in the area had enlarged the nasty area of their vocabulary, my gift to the night air and I had achived about one hour of sleep.

My doctor away on vacation until September 6th. What to do? Head to Emergency and got some help, an anti fungal, an anti-biotic by IV, and wound care from the CCAC starting tomorrow compliments of my Emergency Room Doctor. Oh, and some pain killers. I will be gettting driven to Dialysis for the next few days by my sister leaving me with the possibility of killing pain with the heave calibre stuff. At least on the way home, does dialysis remove the pain killer, hmmm need to ask about that. CCAC will be showing up twice a day for a few days and hopefull these incredibly long-time lingering foot wound sores will be sent away forever.

At the end of my disabled day, much of it hobbling with a sore ankle and managing only a limited radius of action, I visited the Huronia Museum and witnessed the end of summer day camp, kids waiting around to be picked up by Moms.  Kids racing around, a herd of backpacks set in one zone of the grass area in front of the museum.   All good feeling and energy, a radiant area.  I did my best to step lively around there but I really didn’t have my inner Fred Astaire available.  Hopefully my foot speed will increase soonest.

my photos on flickr – stats – 300k views


blogged from my dialysis chair during my dialysis run today

see table below: I am not sure how to interpret these numbers – 52k for my photostream vs. 238,896 for photos and videos.  This might mean views of photos by search engines that bring the image but not a visit to my actual photostream.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/canuckshutterer/

my most viewed photo, just under 12,000 views

Rotring 600 fountain pen - my all time favourite pen

 

My flickr stats

View counts

 

So far today

Yesterday

All time

Photos and Videos

79 80 238,896

Photostream

5 6 52,438

Sets

2 3 9,826

Collections

0 0 585

Galleries

0 0 14

 totals

86 89 301,759

Huron pipe – same pipe the other side 1600s


I was lucky enough to get asked to photograph a family farm collection of artifacts from the French contact period with the Hurons, therefore the first half of the 16th century. This was part of about thirty artifacts collected from the mid 1960s to the 1980s.

side view of pipe
Huron pipe one side 1600s

Sunday afternoon at the documentaries


using Rogers Movie Channel on demand feature I caught two documentary films: Gloria Steinem in Her Own Words and Last Play at Shea with Billy Joel.  Both great documentaries and both took me back for some serious time travel.  I have always admired Steinem and I had lost track of how much Joel’s music used to mean to me.  Hearing some of his songs from this last concert at Shea Stadium blew me away.  Both films highly recommended.

Poem: At Cat Island, South Carolina 2002


At Cat Island, South Carolina 2002

 

by the tidewater channel

between two islands

I sat on the pier bench

watching the water

watching the light

on the water

 

the dolphins rose

and rolled over

breaking the surface

shining grey curls

hunting for dinner

in the turning tide

 

I listened to them

taking their breath

and off to the west

Marines training

on Parris Island

fired mortars

and machine guns

 

the sky was grey

trying to be blue

a pelican and egret

showed the white side

of the morning

 

four vultures soared

over the darkened trees

black wings in the

changed sky