Thursday, November 27, 2014

One Grateful Squirrel

English muffin, anyone?


I tossed half an English muffin out the back door and within ten seconds a gray squirrel nabbed it and raced toward a fence rail. It looks like one happy camper now.


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Scotland 2014 Photos: Favourites

October 22 - All Aboard for HMS Belfast!

["I am told to don an apron after signing up for volunteer kitchen duty"]  

On October 22, during a very popular tour of HMS Belfast, I was delighted to lend a hand in the very busy, efficient kitchen. The cook's assistant and I got along very well and he was as surprised as me when we discovered the recipe for HMS Belfast Hash (served in large quantities every Wednesday to crew and tourists) is almost identical to my own Harrison Hash.

["Well, good hash is good hash, eh," we say in unison. Jolly good laugh!]

With hot hash at the ready, Robbie Simmonds tried for first in line. He was, in fact, a very close second.

["Back up a bit, Robbie. I'll save some for you."]

All in a day's work aboard HMS Belfast, formerly a WW2 Royal Navy light cruiser.


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Scotland 2014 Photos: Faint Footsteps

Last Full Day in London - October 22


I think I saved the best for last.

Five weeks ago yesterday I visited HMS Belfast (a ship that saw action during D-Day Normandy and is now anchored in the Thames), walked across London Bridge and circled the Tower of London. My journal says that after I returned to my apartment I "organized myself for trip to Edinburgh," e.g., I "did laundry, packed (95%)" before walking to "THE SHIP 4 fish and chips, 5 Pounds w Fullers Ale."

The walk alone was worth the money.



 ["A fantastic ship housed indoors beside the River Thames"]


 ["The Shard as seen from The Ship"]

 ["How goes the mail?" I ask the ship's postman. "Dry up," he says sharply"]

 ["Need a hand with lunch?" I ask. "Apron's right behind ye," says the cook's assistant]


 ["Note the brass icon for 'public washroom! 'Twas a life-saver"]






["Blue Group climbs a wall to escape traffic. "Good luck," I say.]

Last four words in that day's journal entry: London Pride and ESB.

Translation - I enjoyed two lovely pints at The Ship and was likely home and fast asleep before 10 PM.

But did I make the train to Edinburgh on time?

More to follow.

Link to Scotland 2014 Photos: Favourites

Photos GH

The Workshop - Tackle Box of Wine

Cabernet for Certain




I applied Cabernet stain to the already dark western cedar but not straight from the can. Thinned w thinner. It stinks up the house until I put a lid on it. By the time Nick gets his tackle box the only smell in the air will be aromatic cedar.

Up next - a lid for one inside section, hand carvings, hardware.

Link to The Workshop

Photos GH

Zoom w a View

Favourite Photo


What sa Hali Fax? Good question.

This wee character plays a big role in a recent poem.

Link to I Wood be a Tree

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It Strikes Me Funny

Camera Check


My wife accidentally snapped this photo while checking if the flash was on. I think she's got a good eye, along with many other lovely features : )

Link to It Strikes Me Funny

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I Wood be a Tree


If I Could

'A wee poem' inspired by events concerning a Poet-Tree box recently
attached to, then removed from (by City decree), a tree in Old South 


If I could I wood be a tree, perhaps a giant red wood
And live 1,000 years, with my head in the clouds.

If not a red wood then something rarer still
Like a coniferiduous or deciduonifer,
With both leaves and needles side by each,
Be green year round and laden with chestnuts.

I would welcome adventurous climbers,
Boys and girls on a swing,
Friends seeking shelter
And birds on the wing.


I would sing with the wind, always in tune,
Reach to the sun and howl with the moon.


I would act as a signpost, point east and west
Lend a hand to a gardener and squirrels in a nest.
I would act as a home for birds in a box,
Take a nail for a poem, hold a line for wet socks.


Really, if I could I wood be a tree,
Perhaps a giant red wood
Or something rarer still.

gah

Link to more Poetry and Prose

Photos by GH

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

The Workshop - Nick's Tackle Box

Stain or Red Wine?

["Western cedar, w wood conditioner, but no stain"]

The western cedar was free to me - except for delivery - so I will pass along some savings. The stain, however, was not. Client Nick should expect a pretty high bill.

["Stain or red wine?"]

                                         ["Cabernet or Chardonnay?"]

["Lid, unstained for now"]

A good bottle of Cabernet doesn't come cheap.

Link to The Workshop

Photos GH

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Workshop - Cedar Box

Nick's Tackle Box


Poor Nick has been waiting for this box for about - feels like - ten years. The box is made from rustic western cedar and trimmed with the rugged, well-worn outer layer from one particular board. Look close and you'll spot a few historic fungi I refused to remove with sandpaper or chemical. They tell part of the story as Nick waits, waits, waits some more.

["Compartments and lid now sport a nice coat of wood conditioner"]

In the future the compartments will hold - so I have been told - Nick's journal and treasured fishing gear. So, more work to be done that will fit with that theme.

More to follow, e.g., stain, varnish, hand-carved dodads, a fishing lure. But you'll have to wait awhile!

Link to The Workshop

Photos GH

Ground Control to Major Tom Photo Array

November 11, Canadian Warplane Heritage Museum






I took one hundred other photos at the highly-regarded museum and Number 332, a large cargo plane, is one of my favourites.

Other favourites to follow.


Photos GH

Ground Control to Major Tom

Famous Last Words

["All photos taken November 11 at the Warplane Museum, Hamilton"]

Major Tom: Ground Control, give us the good word.

      Ground Control: Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, lift off.

Major Tom: Planet earth is blue. I'm feeling very still.

Link to more Ground Control to Major Tom

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The Workshop - Mailbox Progress

Two Coats

["Last week's progress was Steady Eddie"]

If a third coat is needed then today is the day. Nice and windy. I'll paint in a lower room and leave the back door open.

Of the three mailboxes I am currently assembling, two have received a 'two shades of green' paint job. The third may get stain and varnish or primary colours, but at the moment, the finish is still up in the air. (I may just have to toss a coin).

["This week's progress - hmmmm"]

That being said, my progress report is in the mail.

Link to The Workshop

Photos GH


Monday, November 24, 2014

Ground Control to Major Tom

In a Tin Can


Major Tom: Ground Control, don't let the door hit you on the way out.

      Ground Control: Have a good flight, Major Tom.

MT: Every flight's a good flight as long as I land where I'm supposed to.

      GC: What to you think about when you're up there?

Major Tom: I feel lucky, for here am I sitting in a tin can far above the world.

Link to more Ground Control to Major Tom

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Pumpkinman - Life and Times

Exciting Conclusion


Shortly after Hallowe'en, about an hour after polishing off the last of the mini-chocolate bars, I posted the first photo of Pumpkinman and predicted 'the only one caught by any surprise (about 'what is going to happen to sad old Mr. Pumpkinman over the next two weeks') might be the man of the hour, now that his hour is up'.

That being said, I also was surprised, especially at the guy's durability. He hung in there until the bitter end (i.e., today's last photograph), suffered many indignities along the way, yet maintained a somewhat ambivalent demeanour (albeit with a surprised look upon his face - not entirely his fault, of course), even after being dumped - unceremoniously - beside a tired pot of asters in my backyard garden yesterday.














If Sad Pumpkinman chose 'last words' I think they'd be, "There is such a thing as a free lunch if you're a squirrel."

'Til next Hallowe'en then!

Link to Sad Pumpkinman 13 - The Smile is Gone

Photos GH