sun setting inside a band of thunderstorm clouds on Georgian Bay

2006 Nikon 5700 on tripod – not really a manipulated image at all, more the saturation efforts of Mother Nature – unusual colouration due to the banding of a string of thunderstorms coming from the NW and heading East – it was like the sky was on fire.

bw photo hockey rink outdoor in the woods at sunset

someone asked to include this image of mine in a coffee table book about outdoor hockey…..with a small photo credit……I suggested a small fee would be better.

originally taken in 2005 with a Nikon Coolpix 5700 in Victoria Harbour, Tay Township, Ontario, Canada

War of 1812 – photos of Fort York

I lived in Toronto for about 40 years yet never got my butt over to Fort York.  This week I remedied that.  It was a warm, sunny day, and I dodged school groups successfully.  Start of Toronto began on this location.  During the War of 1812 American troops attacked and burned the fort.  In revenge, British troops attacked Washington and burned the White House.

Nikon D3100 with 18-55 and Metz 45 flash.

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Range lighthouse, Victoria Harbour, Ontario photos

from Wikipedia, range lighthouse

Range lights

Aligning two fixed points on land provides a navigator with a line of position called a range in the U.S. and a transit in Britain. Ranges can be used to precisely align a vessel within a narrow channel such as in a river. With landmarks of a range illuminated with a set of fixed lighthouses, nighttime navigation is possible.

Such paired lighthouses are called range lights in the U.S. and leading lights in the United Kingdom. The closer light is referred to as the beacon or front range; the furthest away is called the rear range. The rear range light is almost always taller than the front.

When the vessel is on the correct course, the two lights line up vertically. But when the observer is out of position, the difference in alignment indicates the proper direction of travel to correct the course.

1910 construction of two range lights to aid inshore navigation of ships approaching Port McNicholl.  With the development of the CPR harbour facitilites and elevator at Port McNicholl in 1912 maritime traffice increased in the area. Lamps originally kerosene.  In 1951 electric lamps were substituted. Tay Township funded restoration of the light in the amount of $60,000.

– information from article by Lynda Hook in the January 2012 issue of CHOnews, quarterly publication of Community Heritage Ontario

Range light  at Victoria Harbour, Ontario, on Georgian Bay.  I took some photos of the building two days ago using my Nikon D3100 and 18-55mm lens.

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Barrie, Ontario – waterfront park

Took a walk and some photographs on Saturday at a waterfront park in Barrie, Ontario, with  my photographic buddy, Len Marriott. Len was using an old medium format film camera, a Mamiya RB67 with an 80mm lens.  The large metal sculpture is the Spiritcatcher.

Nikon D3100 with 18-55mm lens, some images manipulated for a kind of watercolour effect using Corel Paint Shop Pro.

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Musing on the vanished muse

“It is more than a little insidious how a worsening health situation can morph you into a person you never imagined you were or could become.”

I wrote that in September of 2011.   That was a bleak time.  Times are less bleak right now and the warmer weather is part of the improvement.  Somehow manufacturing more industrial strength acceptance of my situation without excessive self-flagellation helps.  Also I am trying to get out more with camera in hand and taking photographs with it, not just carrying it for ballast.

One area that I am puzzling over is the near total abandonment by my poetry muse.  She has flown the coop and I am ticked.  I have attempted poetry since I was a kid and right now it often seems like beginning neurosurgery rather than resuming a life long pursuit. According to a few people I have had a few moments of real success in this area, but right now it is something I tell myself I want to do and yet I shun it.   Believe me when I say I have considered this from a number of angles almost to the point of exhaustion certainly near to the address of farce: the physical environment (writing space), routine or the lack of a standard schedule of scribble time, lack of peer scribblers to review material, the apparent pointlessness of the activity, and other things.  I ask the question: what were the conditions in the past that made it easier to write.  What conditions exist now that make it more difficult.   Not much clarity emerges from all this.

It may be silly but I am wondering if the bio rollercoaster of dialysis–the process works the heart hard and one’s electrolytes get messed around with as well, flakey fatigue patterns, vampire-like insomnia–could have something to do with the dry poetic well. I keep on kicking over stones looking for worms to go fishing with down at the poem pond.  I will try and post a few attemted poems this month here on bluetyger.

One thing is certain the primary rule of writing still applies and I could do better in applying it:

“Apply ass to chair and stay there over the page.”

As for attitude of the personal kind, I made up a quip about this a long time ago.

“Attitude is everything, unless of course, you are flying, in which case altitude comes first.”