Last weekend was a disaster ...
Earlier this week I spotted the elusive sunflower patch. I say elusive because I have been looking for weeks!
Of course when I saw it I didn't have my camera with me. So this morning a friend and I went back.
The morning was cloudy, dull and quite miserable but the sunflowers were smiling. How could you not smile back?
Bread feeds the body, indeed, but flowers feed also the soul. ~The Koran
Some think that cemeteries are places to put the dead and forget about them, except on an anniversary.
Lets face it, cemeteries are rarely visited by the living.
I, on the other hand love wandering in old cemeteries, reading the stones and thinking of the hopes and dreams buried there.
The history of the area waiting to be read.
Morbid ?
Maybe but not to me.
Do I want to end up in one ?
No thanks, just scatter my ashes to the wind ...
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
For those sharp eyed individuals yes I changed the post.
"Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are" is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread. ~François Mauriac
But who are you if you destroy a book ?
From my adventures to "the Baden House" on Saturday morning. Everyone has visited this place and I am sure everyone has photographed the old burned bible. However only one visitor and certainly not one of the rurex / urbex crowd would have thought to set it alight.
Even though I am not religious I still think this is sacrilege.
Ian and I met the owner of the property during our visit. Her fear was "Kids" who come to destroy her property, who can blame her?
One of the umbrella's in "the square", downtown Guelph.
I liked the lines and patterns defined by the ribs.
No words on umbrella's today. It's Fathers Day, for those of you who still have your father with you, give him a call or better yet, a hug. Those of you like me who doesn't, give him a minute of your time and in a quiet place, whisper "Happy Fathers Day Dad"
My dad is resting exactly where he wanted to be and it was my honour to take him there.
Happy Fathers Day Dad
When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years. ~Mark Twain, "Old Times on the Mississippi" Atlantic Monthly, 1874
Why this ?
I really don't know.
What I do know is I decided that I needed to photograph this odd structure again.
I had the chance to do a lot today but I decided that I would do a little. While most of my friends were off on a grand adventure I went to the U of G with Dave S. We spent a couple of hours wandering around taking the odd shot here and there talking and sometimes not.
All in all a very relaxing morning I'm glad I did it but I still have not figured out the attraction of this structure ....
I never question what to do, it tells me what to do. The photographs make themselves with my help. ~Ruth Bernhard
OK I'm cheating here, this was from last weekend but the film was developed during the week.
Wandering around Elora as the sun came up first I saw the carpet of daisies then the sun burst around and through this old tree.
One of the cardinal rules of photography, 'look behind you' !
Kodak Portra 160 vc and Hasselblad
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit. ~Robert Louis Stevenson
