Wishing for the Long Hot Days of Summer

Today, I have been thinking a lot about the heat of the summer sun.  My fingers are icy cold as I type this little message and so I thought I would take a few moments to look over some shots of warm and sunny days from last summer!

Wishing The Days Away
On Monday I wished it was Tuesday night
So I could wish for the weekend to come
On Tuesday I wished that the night would pass
So I could call you on the phone
Now a man can spend a lot of time
Wondering what was on Jack Ruby's mind 
And time is all I have without you here

On Wednesday when you hung up
It was as much as I could do
To stop from wishing Thursday
Would pass so quickly too
They're out there making history
In the Lenin Shipyards today
And here I am in the Hammersmith Hotel
Wishing the days away

There's always room for one more soul
Down in the Human Zoo
I don't want you to come here though
I want to come home to you
Somebody's knocking at the door
Its later than I think
And its time to put on these stinking clothes
And get out there and stink

On Friday I wished there was something more
To be seen in the letters you send
On Saturday I wished it was Sunday
Oh will this torment ever end
Sometimes I get a notion to put a torch
To the tools of my trade
Here I am in the Hammersmith Hotel
Wishing the days away

Billy Bragg

Closed for the Season

A recent visit to the city's little campground where everything is packed up for the winter.  

What a whirlwind of activity in this little park.  The animal tracks, ski trails and the odd spot of yellow snow made for a fantastic afternoon.  Started out with big huge fluffy snowflakes and ended with the bright afternoon sun warming my face and hands.

The way a crow

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day I rued.

Dust of Snow - Robert Frost

You Never Know What Might Turn Up in Your Own Backyard

This post is all about Flora and Fauna.  Over the last few years, I have gone through fits and starts, taking shots of the things that are growing in my backyard (courageous little suckers!) and on my travels.  I love taking  pictures of flowers.  they are so obliging, offering plenty of colour and texture.  I find that it can be tricky to find a new way to capture the unique characteristics of something so over-photographed, but I keep trying. 

She sees the world through rose-coloured glasses
Painted skies and graceful romances
I see a world that's tired and scared
Of living on the edge too long
Where does she get off telling me
That love could save us all, save us all.

She takes my hand and leads me to nowhere town.
No matter where I stand it's always neutral ground,
And in the cool of the evening blue
I feel so tired and alone
Where does she get off telling me
That love could save us all, save us all.

And it's day after day
I keep hanging around can you tell me why
Night after night, yeah I know I should leave
But there's something in those eyes
That keeps me hanging on, I'm hypnotized
It breaks my heart and I don't know why


Rose Coloured Glasses - Blue Rodeo

Cheers!


  

The Posts for the next couple days will be a lot of random shots that I really like.  Once I have posted what I consider to be the best of what is in my big box of photos, I will begin to post new photos.  So I guess what I am saying is that I don't have a clear path for this whole blogging thing yet, so hold on while I figure myself out!

Trish

Rocky Road to Dublin

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive. 
Robert Louis Stevenson

Aran Islands. Co. Galway

These pictures were taken during my trips to Ireland.  While traveling around the island both in 2007 and then again in 2010, I was able to see so much of the country.  The pictures above cover the wild and rugged beauty of the north west (Co.Donegal), the vast open spaces and the mountains of Connemara, and the incredible history that lives on in villages and cities of this lovely (and lively) country.  I still dream of my time in Ireland and feel such a strong connection to  the rocky northern coastline and the mysterious folklore that comes out of every forest, stream and hill.

Stones of the Giant's Causeway

By a lonely prison wall 
I heard a young girl calling 
Micheal they are taking you away 
For you stole Trevelyn's corn 
So the young might see the morn. 
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay. 

Low lie the Fields of Athenry 
Where once we watched the small free birds fly. 
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing 
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry. 

By a lonely prison wall 
I heard a young man calling 
Nothing matter Mary when your free, 
Against the Famine and the Crown 
I rebelled they ran me down 
Now you must raise our child with dignity. 

The Coffin Ships

By a lonely harbor wall 
She watched the last star falling 
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky 
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray 
For her love in Botany Bay 
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry. 

Low lie the Fields of Athenry 
Where once we watched the small free birds fly. 
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing 
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

DANCE there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
For wind or water’s roar?
And tumble out your hair
That the salt drops have wet;

Being young you have not known
The fool’s triumph, nor yet
Love lost as soon as won,
Nor the best labourer dead
And all the sheaves to bind.

What need have you to dread
The monstrous crying of wind?

Has no one said those daring
Kind eyes should be more learn’d?
Or warned you how despairing

The moths are when they are burned,
I could have warned you, but you are young,
So we speak a different tongue.

O you will take whatever’s offered
And dream that all the world’s a friend,
Suffer as your mother suffered,
Be as broken in the end.
But I am old and you are young,
And I speak a barbarous tongue.

~ W.B. Yeats

A Little Snow and Ice

A little Frost on a February morning

Frosty Sumac

Frost on Brass

An October Sunday Along the Otonabee River

Sunday in October - 2010 
Along the Otonabee River




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