7 years on from this post we now are without Molly and Rupert is almost 18. This poem seems to have been written for cats. Have a wonderful day everyone, keep warm if the weather is stormy as it is here.
Original Post: January 16, 2012 – “Halfway down the stairs is a stair where i sit.”
“Halfway down the stairs
is a stair
where i sit.
there isn’t any
i’m not at the bottom,
i’m not at the top;
so this is the stair
Halfway up the stairs
And it isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery,
It isn’t in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn’t really
It’s somewhere else
Instead!” – a.a. milne
We have two Cornish Rex cats – Rupert and Molly who have curly fur. Like all cats, they migrate around the house depending on where the sun is shining. In the morning it shines through onto the stairs. I was struck this morning by the wavy shadows of the stair balusters next to the curly cats, so caught this. Rupert is a golden colour, Molly is black. The image was better in black and white.
This geometrically pleasing walkway into Halifax airport has not seen as much traffic in later years as now almost all visitors, those leaving as well as those arriving approach the airport from the adjacent parking building. This was the way we went to welcome our friends and family who came to visit before the renovations changed the arrangement. I loved the triangles and leading lines in this composition.
This was another post and photo rescue operation.
Original Post: Halifax Airport at Night – October 22, 2012
This was my very first time taking part in the +Chrysta Rae’s Photography Scavenger Hunt and I had a great time. I have submitted 10 images, one for each of the themes and as the first theme – “Triangle” was announced yesterday and all the judging is finished, I am able to post my submission. This photograph was taken at Halifax airport, at night.
I will be posting the others daily as the themes are revealed!
Halifax airport has undergone extensive renovations and now looks much bigger and very slick and shiny. However all the shops and restaurants still close down at 9 pm (though several flights arrive and leave after those hours) and so it really still is, despite appearances, a small town airport. I did have to wait to get this empty, but in most city airports it would never have happened.
During 2015 I was part of a mentorship about creating intentional blur, which was the most fun I had had in as long as I can remember. It changed the way I looked at the world through my lens immeasurably – in so many good ways. These photos were both taken during that mentorship and bring back warm memories of my experiences at that time, the great people who taught me so much and the lovely warm summer we had that year.
Molly was all ears and eyes. This post has been rescued from 6 years ago, remembering our Molly. She was always suspicious, even of the most kind and gentle people, though in the end she learned to trust us and became much more relaxed. In this photograph she was about 12 years old. Dear Molly. Read the original post to find out what the title means.
Original Post: March 27, 2012 – 87/366 – Molly – “You won’t catch me going into that new heated bed. I know it’s a trap”
My cats hate the summer. They’re indoor cats and in the winter they spend their time lying behind the wood stove surrounded by blissful heat. In the summer the stove goes out. We live in an old farmhouse surrounded by leafy trees that protect it from the stifling summer temperatures, which means that it stays lovely and cool. Lovely unless you are a cat, when it seems as if you spend the summer huddled under a pile of blankets on the sofa trying to get warm.
To reclaim our sofa (and get rid of the blankets) we bought a heated cat bed for their summer. Rupert loves it. Molly, who is a little psycho hates it. What she actually hates is the crackly sounding foil insulation inside the soft covering on the top. “Makes a crackly sound that cats love” is the marketing slogan. It freaks her out. She would obviously rather freeze, as you can see in her expression here. I hope she changes her mind. Or she will have a very cold summer to look forward to.
Another rescued image post from Google+ that had never made its way to my blog, so I was really glad to see it and restore it here. Winter is setting in well here, with temperatures into the well below freezing numbers. It’s so nice to see this sitting here in a comfortable house in front of a warm fire.
Original Post: February 13, 2012 – Park Bench, Canning Nova Scotia – February afternoon
The village of Canning was once a ship building town and ships used to dock here to load apples and potatoes to send around the world. Now the river is small, just about big enough for a canoe or a row boat. It’s hard to imagine that a ship could ever have made its way up here.
There is a park here and in the summer it is lovely to sit on this bench and see the birds on the water and in the fields edging the dykes beyond. Quite beautiful in the blowing snow too, although the bench is rather less inviting and I nearly froze as I was taking this image.
A walk in the bitter cold last night had to last only 30 minutes. We were invited out to supper and Joni needed a walk. I didn’t dare walk in the woods or fields as the snow had melted and then frozen into ice that was too risky to negotiate so I just walked from home down into our town. I set the timer for 15 minutes and turned to go back as it rang. This is what greeted me and I remembered how lovely this Nova Scotia landscape can be. Winter has some of the best light I think.
This is a photo I took 6 years ago and just found again with the original post text. The close protectiveness of the mother to the baby is particularly moving. They are no different from human mothers in caring for their offspring.
Now, I feel differently towards these lovely creatures, from what is written in the post below. I no longer wish to be responsible for any harm or suffering to come to them in any way, as in raising them for food. But that is now and this post below was how I felt then. And it was just as valid, though I have now changed.
Original Post: : October 21, 2012 – 294/366 – *Highland Cattle in the Evening Light
This weekend was one of discovery of our local area. We spent the days out and about taking photographs and basically drinking in the sights. For the first time since we moved here, over 15 years ago, I had the same exhilerated feeling that I got when we first moved to that wonderful place in France: “We LIVE here!” We discovered beaches, coves and roads that we had never seen, all within 15 minutes drive of our house. The colours, of course, were out of this world. It is the best year for leaves that I can remember.
But today’s image is one that has more depth and meaning to me (not to knock the colour, which I just love and I know would be more popular). As we were driving back towards home, we passed a small farm, with a farmer working among his animals. He had pigs outdoors, geese and ducks were honking and quacking in his fields and farmyard. The highland cattle you see here were in a field with a young Jersey heifer. I could have walked up his drive and started doing the farm chores that I used to do in our place in France. It was so much like home in the atmosphere of the place it was unsettling. This is a very unusual sight in Nova Scotia which made it all the more memorable and appealing.
So today I have these cattle in black and white photographed against the evening sunlight which lit their outlines so nicely. Noble beasts, harking back to ancient and not so ancient farmyards from lands across the seas.
The delays caused this week by drones over Gatwick airport in England reminded me of these photographs I took a few years ago. We were in Halifax airport waiting for the arrival of a friend when I saw this boy. The one above is one of my favourite photographs.
There are moments of special light where the world is tinged with gold. This was a moment when we turned around on the beach walk, ready to head back. The beach was rimmed with golden crests to the low waves breaking on the shore. The effect only lasted for a moment or two and then the moment was over.
Minas Basin, Nova Scotia, Canada – Kingsport Beach.
It’s hard to believe that this was taken on November 23, 2013. Today, on December 18, we are covered with snow. I suspect that the scene on this beach in Kingsport Nova Scotia will look a little different today.
Although this was posted on Google+, it was never brought into my blog as it was posted in a private community. So here it is! I found it while searching for a photo that fit the theme of “Waves” for a Join in Daily group.
I hope you all enjoy the rest of your week!
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