All dreams have to be buried in time. You dress them with bright flowers to hide the truth from others. But the only bright thing you see are the unshed tears.
Photo taken and originally posted in 2013.
Flowers on the grave
Nova Scotia
Farewell to the Plus
It’s the end of an era for the best social network that ever happened. For those who didn’t ‘get’ Google+, this post will be meaningless. Just enjoy the sunset photo.
For those of us who loved the interactions we had on there, who learned so much, who shared so much knowledge around the world, so freely and with such passion, I don’t need to say anything. You already know (and have probably read other eulogies) what we have lost. We lost it a while ago, to be honest, when they began what we didn’t know was the disintegration of what made the network so great. So today is finally when ‘the fat lady sings’.
The end of G+. #googleplussunsetting #gplussunsetting
Room with a view
Since this photo and post were made 7 years ago, so much has changed in this scene inside and outside Steven’s workshop. One major change is that I no longer go to the studio daily, having (mostly) retired. The trees in the field are much larger, the windows have been replaced and the windowsill no longer has this fascinating display. The antler, agate and violin mould are still in the workshop… somewhere. But searching for a post from the past to fit a theme, this came up so I thought it was a perfect one for Saturday nostalgia.
Original Post: February 28, 2012 – 59/366 – Workshop Window and Tools of A Trade – Antler, Agate and Violin Mould
Snow is falling again today and as I walked through Steven’s workshop on my way to the studio I thought this window looked interesting. The brave little tree in the snowy field, the deer antler at a rakish angle, those agate filled rocks and the violin former hanging in the corner seemed artistically arranged. Even the remnants of plastic sheet hanging on the window seemed to say so much about the struggle with the elements and the struggles of an artist to create and to survive.
Steven will use the antler in his turning work, in case you were wondering, and the stones with agate deposits were picked out of their nearby field and given to us by some children the year we moved to Canada. Agate is the stone of Nova Scotia.
Driftwood, Huntington Point Beach Sunset
With the coming demise of Google Plus, a platform where I cut my teeth as a photographer and met many wonderful creative people, many of us have moved to other platforms, including MeWe. This (mewe.com/i/elliekennard1) is where I can be found there, for any who want to join me there. I am no longer as active as I was on any social network as my life is much busier than in the days when I was so sick. But I will be sharing my posts there, as I find the platform to be not too bad a replacement for G+. Google invented the expression “Sunsetting” for what they will be doing to that platform on April 2. On that day I will share another sunset photo here and everywhere I am active, in recognition of the end of a great social network. Here is one I shared originally as part of my 366 Project back in 2012.
Original Post: July 26, 2012 – 207/366 – Driftwood, Huntington Point Beach, at Sunset
We were out at this beach at Huntington Point in Nova Scotia last night and there was another quite spectacular sunset. Although the scene might be a bit of a cliché, the driftwood, the stony Bay of Fundy beach and the low shore on the horizon is a very Canadian scene and I am glad to have a record of it for my project.