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Thursday, October 25, 2012

Song for Friday...thinking back

I remember this image from when I was a kid...
I wasn't old enough to really know what it was about but I do remember
thinking that the woman was poor, sad and scruffy.
But I also thought she was beautiful in some way.
I thought that her children were embarrassed to have their photo taken,
especially since their clothes were in such bad shape.
They looked hungry too.
Years later I learned about the Great Depression, Share Croppers and so many
people who lost everything and had nothing, trying to find The American Dream.
In these days of unsteady economies, downsizing and political mayhem
it's not hard to think that the same issues are plaguing many
in the same manner as when this photo was taken in the 1930's.
Not just our neighbours to the south but all over the world.
I've been listening to Gillian Welch and have this
hauntingly, beautiful song to share with you.
Hope you're all warm and fed.
Have a great weekend all
 


Monday, October 22, 2012

Onward!

One of the nicest walks we had on Saltspring Island was in Duck Creek Park.
It was another soft, grey day and so the maples in their golden,
yellow dress showed up just right for some photos...
I'm unclear on the history of this place even though I searched for some
story to unfold. For now it's past remains a mystery but not it's beauty.
Off leash dog parks are hard to find in some places and Saltspring was
one of those. Understandably so, since there are numerous sheep farms and
everyone knows that vagrant and wandering dogs can cause a real
threat to sheep farmers (well, mostly to the sheep themselves!).
 Many have been shot on sight.
So Griff was happy to run through these maple laced,
 sand coloured fields without threat...
Down near the creek we found a big ant nest still bustling with activity...
 Into the woods we wandered and I took my cue from Ansel Adams
and set my camera on black and white...
 Tones, texture, light and shadow come forth with these trees...
 And then right in the bottom of the darkest spot of the creek I saw a flash of colour.
These tiny wild cyclamens were quite happy in this hollow, growing on
a big mossy rock. The only ones around. They were only about 4" high...
How brave and lovely they are!