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The Unexpected War

In Whatever on May 9, 2020 at 5:33 pm

Hiding from the enemy is called ‘sheltering in place’.  Our armies are dressed in scrubs, wear masks for shields and are running out of weapons. The enemy is invisible. Covid 19,  the enemy is silent! 

If my grandparents were alive today, they may disagree with my definition  of war. During the Second World War, my father and his family ‘sheltered wherever possible’. They worked, went to school and came home to find the enemy was sheltering with them.

But for those of us who have never known war, this is an extraordinary battle.  Work, as we know it, has come to an end. Shops, restaurants and schools are closed.   Today’s technology has some of us working from home.  Others have been furloughed, many without pay. The enemy remains invincible and we do not know when this war will end.

Our grandchildren may not know or remember this ‘war’ but we will live with it forever in our minds. The streets are deserted and we sit at home.  It is difficult to comprehend the power this enemy has over us.  He has brought the world to its knees. We, all nations, are fighting the same war against the same enemy.  There will be no victory parade and humanity will mourn its dead, for no race or nation will be spared.

Behind the Veil of Appearance…

In Photography, Sri Lanka, Whatever on May 26, 2018 at 4:49 pm

Sri Lanka

Elephants, Monkeys, Cows and Crows, oh My

In Nonesense, Photography, Whatever on August 17, 2017 at 7:45 am

Bathing elephant at  Elephant Freedom Project and, in the wild, as I ride the bus to Trincomalee in Sri Lanka;  chased a monkey out of my bathroom and another stole my mango slices as I walked up to the Golden Temple;IMG_0214 Cows on the beach, roaming the range…IMG_0290 and finally a crow steals my chicken bone… IMG_0359what next? Sri Lanka,  a natural habitat experience hmmm… I did not plan for this!

Hemingway and Alcohol

In Nonesense, Whatever on June 13, 2017 at 10:18 am


Hemingway, I read his book  ‘Old Man and the Sea” and I have read his biography.   Little do I know about Hemingway, he was a complex individual, alcoholic, so they say, but clearly a creative one. Ernest Explains His Deep Love of Alcohol and suggests the only time it is not good is when you write or fight.   Need to do a bit more research regarding his view on alcohol and the influence it may have had on his writing.  Seems to me for an alcoholic he wrote beautifully.

Why do I say this? Have you ever been in a situation where you have a glass of wine and everything is easier including writing. Sit in front of your computer one day after you have had a couple of glasses, turn on your favorite music, make sure you are alone and then quietly stare at your screen.   Ok tell me you are not feeling like you want to express yourself?




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World War I – Selling cameras

In France, History, Photography, Whatever on November 4, 2014 at 4:34 pm

With time on my hands for research and writing, a stack of old books in my collection  and a real interest in sharing some of the curiosities I encounter, I hope to uncover little nuggets, treasures, to include in my blog and share with my readers.   As Europe commemorates the First World War during the four years of 2014 to 2018,  there is an abundance of media coverage  marking its 100th anniversary.  Most of it geared towards the events  of the era, the suffering encountered by the men at war and families who stayed behind. My generation knows little about the Great War, myself included, so I started by looking through period newspapers and journals and was astonished by the number of photographs taken and published already 100 years ago.

After the WarIn the August 9th, 1917 issue of Le Pays de France, a weekly published by Le Matin, Photo-Plait a photography shop (look out for a subsequent article) located in Paris places an advertisement in the weekly. Anticipating the days when millions of visitors travel to see the ‘glorious’ ruins of their bombarded cities, it suggests all will want to bring back a lasting memory, which only photography can provide.

“We strongly advise school children and all Frenchmen engaged in tourism to learn the art of photography, available to everyone at little expense.”  Cameras can be purchased at a starting price of 13 francs or the equivalent of US$2.73 at the time.

Photo-Plait was even capable of shipping cameras to the war front and the colonies, and would open accounts for clients with a advance payments!  It is no surprise then to find that soldiers on the front were already taking photographs during World War I.

“The short-pant is a terrible fashion choice. Unless it is from Bermuda”

In Bermuda, Whatever on October 20, 2013 at 5:35 pm

Bermuda Shorts…hottest fashion statement in 2014, but do you know the origin?  Yes the Royal Navy, but few people know the story behind its creation.

Nathaniel Coxon, a native Bermudian, ran a little teashop during the 1st World War. As business boomed in the little teashop, with an influx of Naval officers stationed in Bermuda, so did the steaming teapots.  Employees complained of the unbearable heat as they served customImageers in their blazers and khaki pants.Not wishing to spend additional money on employee uniforms, Mr. Coxon decided to cut the khaki pants just above the knee.

British Admiral Mason Berridge who regularly took his tea in Coxon’s shop and found the style, “a bit of old Oxford” yet practical commissioned the short-pant and named it the Bermuda Short.  He credited Coxon with its creation, and Nathaniel Coxon was eventually awarded an OBE, Order of the British Empire.

Generational Icon…

In Nonesense, Whatever on July 9, 2012 at 6:27 pm

Listening to this generational icon, Leonard Cohen, my generation. Suzanne, if you are of the 50/60s generation then you listen to this classic song and your mind is flooded with memories of times bygone.

For me, as I sit here, listening to Suzanne, I am 18 again and sit in my bedroom with my record player listening to my folk music. Memories come flooding back, along with a deep desire to return to those days. Reality and age set in and I fully realize that as much as my heart wants it, there is no return. There is a longing, emptiness as I listen to Leonard Cohen. And there is no way to fill it.

So as empty and painful as it maybe, it is part of who I am. The irony of it all, he fills my heart with his very words…

And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him

He said “All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them”

But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you’ll trust him For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind.

And I think of the people who are no longer with me. I yearn to share with them who I am, what I am and where I am. Where have they gone? So much of what I have done I want to share with them. But they have already traveled blind with Jesus and he has touched their perfect bodies.

The Water Mill

In France, Photography, Whatever on July 2, 2012 at 6:21 pm

My cousin has a water mill in the Vallee de l’Andelle located in Normandie, France about 80 kilometers from Paris.  He had to meet with the “Police de l’environment” who are engaged by a European Commission to take specs on water mills located in the area to determine if the eel population can swim back from the ocean where they spawn to their habitats in the rivers.  So whilst he is talking fish and water, I am out with the camera.


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