9-11 has become synonymous with the terror attack on USA and the end of the twin towers. Everyone can remember where they were when they first heard the news. I was at Canadian Tire Gas bar filling up to visit my son on his birthday when the horrific news came on the news screens.
To me this day is a day of hope. Only 9 days after my Mother died, my first son was born. My nickname for him was Jay, meaning Joy. He was the sunshine at the end of a long night. He remains my joy. For even though a son is only in his mother’s arms for a short time, he is in her heart forever.
I don’t paint, and I can’t draw, but I see things, I think, quite well,
and I love being able to freeze things with the camera, particularly the children.
Then I discovered with the camera that you can tell
a whole story with just freezing a moment in reality.
I find it a very good way, a very satisfying feeling. ~ Margaret Trudeau (Canadian – Photographer / Born: September 10, 1948
The milestones measured in growth and style changes with school pictures is legendary. After retiring from being a Real Estate Project Officer at Canada Post, I did one season of School Photography. Taking up to 400 Portraits a day. assembly line style with a set format and 3 poses to choose from. It taught me that this wasn’t what I wanted to do, as it stifled any creativity and was very high pressure to perform.
The Tuesday after Labour Day is traditionally the first day of School in Ontario, but due to the ongoing COVID-19 Pandemic, many of the schools have delayed the return date for 1 week as additional preparations are being made. Many families have chosen the on-line option so people in areas with high speed internet may not be attending in person.
I paint from the top down. From the sky, then the mountains, then the hills, then the houses, then the cattle, and then the people. ~ Grandma Moses (American – Artist / September 7, 1860 – December 13, 1961)
Holidays and Special Occassions: September 7, 2020
Camera in hand I showed up for the 2014 Gasparilla Criterium full of enthusiasm, even though the rain started almost as soon as I got there. I found the perfect spot to get great photos of the cyclists with the winding road and the fencing around the track. The cyclists would need to turn right in-front of my vantage point.
Predictions for the USA include numbers as high as over 400,000 deaths by the end of 2020 from COVID-19.
We’ve been so lucky in Ontario. In London-Middlesex we’ve seen days without new cases. But fear of Corona Virus has mandated the use of facial masks and still has limits on the number of people permitted to gather. Churches still remain closed and School openings have been delayed.
I went to the playground with my grandson yesterday. Although the equipment hasn’t changed it’s very sad to see the loneliness in my grandson’s eyes as he is no longer permitted to mingle with the other children and must keep his distance. The public washrooms aren’t open, so small children duck behind trees to pee.
My heart breaks for all the children that are learning not to trust others, keep their distance and constantly wash their hands.
Friday before Labour Day weekend marks the unofficial end of summer. Traditionally students in Ontario return to School the Tuesday after the long weekend. But due to COVID-19 the beginning of the new school year is delayed 2 weeks. Teachers are preparing to teach those who choose on-line and those who choose in person. Parents are wondering how social distancing will be enforced and making back-up plans for childcare if there is an outbreak in their child’s classroom.
Skyscrappers may rise high to the sky, but most of us prefer to live in single family homes with enough yard to grow flowers and tomatoes.
The COVID-19 Pandemic has made people re-evaluate where they live. I watched a news item saying there is a new trend for young people to move back to the deserted areas, to buy “cheap old homes” and renovate. I’ve never understood why people live in ghettos for generations, when there are beautiful countryside homes rotting due to neglect and under-use.
September 2nd is always a sad day for me. On Wednesday September 2nd, 1981 I talked with my Mother on the phone in the morning. It was raining so the call came to an end when my husband returned home from work in construction. I was 9 months pregnant with my first baby and had a doctor’s appointment for a check-up. At that appointment, my doctor told me that my Mother had died. It was inconceivable to me that the person I had been just talking to a couple of hours before had died. My heart still stands still on September 2nd in grief for my Mother who died too young at 43, only 9 days before her first grandchild was born.