Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Big Horn Sheep

Photos were taken in 2005 in the Rocky Mountains in Golden, B.C. I used a 300 mm telephoto lens but if it looks like I was too close to these beasts, I was! There were babies with this group that they were protecting (and shielding with their bodies so I couldn't get a picture). They eventually put the run to me. Literally. I had to run to keep from getting charged by the ram in the last photo.



(Originally posted to Multiply August 10, 2009)

She Who Must Be Obeyed

Tess of Hermosa.




(Originally posted to Multiply August 10, 2008)

Cambell River

In 2006 I visited the community of Campbell River to visit with my daughter and her husband and my granddaughters. This slideshow is from that visit.




(Originally posted to Multiply on August 10, 2008)

Saint Francis and the Sow

Saint Francis and the Sow

The bud
stands for all things,
even for those things that don’t flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as Saint Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
began remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the way
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail,
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the sheer blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath them:
the long, perfect loveliness of sow.

~~By Galway Kinnell

(Originally posted to Multiply August 10, 2008)

Weightloss Olympics

On May 15, five days before I quit smoking, I decided I had better get some kind of physical exercise going to help with what I thought would be difficult withdrawal symptoms.

Quitting smoking was much easier than I had anticipated (with the help of Champix) but I kept the exercising up anyway. Besides, I do enjoy walking.

I have walked every single day since May 15. In doing so I have walked, if my math is correct, 86 straight days. I have walked a total of 1311 kilometers (819 miles) and lost a total of 35 pounds.

Those Olympic athletes have nothing on me!

(Originally posted to Multiply August 9, 2008)

She Thinks I Am Real

The story is told of the young boy who goes into a restaurant with his large family; Mom and Dad, older sister, Aunt, Uncle, and Grandparents.

The waitress came and went around the table asking each adult what they would like to eat and then she came to the young lad and asked him.

"A hot dog, fries, and a coke, please," he said and barely before he had stopped speaking his mother jumped in, "He will have the meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and carrots."

"Yes, Ma'am," replied the waitress who turned and addressed the young boy. "Do you want ketchup for those fries?" He answered he did and the waitress walked away with a smile on her face to stunned silence from the adults. In the hush the boy addressed his mother. "Wow, Mom. Did you see that? She thinks I am real."

She thinks I am real.

As you go through your day do you treat the people around you, young or old, as real or are they just objects in your path?

Do the people in your life treat you as real or are you just an object in their path.

(Originally posted to Multiply August 8, 2008)

Asians in Barkerville

Tess and I took her mother and her sister Marlyn to Barkerville for the day. Barkerville is a restored, historic, 1860's goldrush town in the heart of British Columbia's Cariboo region.




(Originally posted to Multiply August 1, 2008)

Oh, Dear, Deer!

These deer wandered into the back yard thos spring but before I could grab the camera they had moved to the field next door making the photos less than what I desired.

















(Originally posted to Multiply August 1, 2008)

Kitten Wasn't A Cat

Kitten was the half wolf, half German Shepherd that shared 11 years of her life with me. I have written about her in these pages before. I miss her terribly. She was a good friend and a great companion.




















(Originally posted to Multiply August 1, 2008)

Photo Impressionism

These photos were achieved by using a telephoto lens without support and multiple exposures on the same frame - between 8 and 16.






(Originally posted to Multiply August 1, 2008)

Is This the Real Church?

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a beautiful and thoroughly well preserved body but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally warn out and loudly proclaim, "Wow. What a ride."
~~ Jack Kornfield

In one of his warm and delightful dharma talks Buddhist teacher, former student of Ajahn Chah, and clinical psychologist Jack Kornfield tells the story of his friend, Milton Friedman.

The Milton Friedman who is Kornfield's frind is not the Nobel Laureate economist but a Washington speechwriter who works for a couple of senators and who worked in the Carter White House. None-the-less, his name is Milton Friedman and he is listed in the Washington, D.C. phone book. One supposes that there are those who might think the more illustrious Friedman lives in Washington, D.C. rather than in Chicago where he taught.

In any case, as Kornfield relates the story, his freind recieved a call one day. This was during a time when the economy was in a downturn and their were deep concerns in financial circles that a recession was just aroud the corner.

"Is this Milton Friedman?"

"Yes, it is."

The caller then went to explain that he was the Controller for an organization that managed several billion dollars of Church finances and wanted to know if Friedman might have any suggestions as to where the money might be safely and wisely invested.

After listening to the story this Friedman replied, "Have you considered giving the money to the poor?"

There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end of the phone and then a tremulous voice asked, "Are you the Milton Friedman?"

Kornfield's friend immediately replied, "Are you the real Church?"

At this point in Kornfield's talk you can hear the gasps and indrawn breaths of the audience as that heavily freighted dialogue sinks in.

"Are you the real church?"

(Originally posted to Multiply August 1, 2008)

A Trip to Barkerville 2008

Barkerville Street Scene

Barkerville Street Scene

Barkerville Street Scene

Barkerville Street Scene

Anglican Church, Barkerville, B.C.

Anglican Church, Barkerville, B.C.

Granddaughter Hailey at the Williams Creek School House

Williams Creek School House, Barkerville, B.C.

Barkerville, B.C.

Barkerville

Oat Burners

Log Cabin

Log Cabin

Log Cabin

Daughter Amy with Granddaughters Hailey and Sabrina

Barkerville

Cabin

Stage Coach, Barkerville, B.C.

Boardwalk in Barkerville

Mom and Dad, Barkerville

Hailey and Sabrina Gold Panning


Theater Royal, Barkerville

Sabrina and Hailey, Barkerville

Hailey and Sabrina

South End of Northbound Horses

Cabin Wall

Grandaughters Sabrina and Hailey and neice Lindsey

Hailey, Sabrina, Amy and sister Margaret

Old Fashioned Games at Barkerville

Cowgirl Sabrina

Miner's Cabin, Barkerville, B.C.

Sabrina, Hailey and daughter Amy
(Originally posted to Multiply August 1, 2008)