Today, I’m going to have my left eye lasered to clear off the back of my replacement lens. There was a terrible mix-up with the referral from my Optometrist, but once the referral was received the appointment was set up quickly. It’s a very quick procedure, I had it done 4 years ago on my left eye.
Tomorrow is Remembrance Day, so Zumba is cancelled and we’ll all be at the Cenotaph to pay our respects.
November is almost 1/2 over and I’m looking forward to going to Cuba at the end of the month. Christmas is already trying to make it into the discussions as I’ve booked our Family Christmas Eve get together. I’m having a house-sitter while we go to Florida, so I’ve invited her to stay while we go to Cuba. So much to do. So little time. ❤
Foggy mornings with a very slight breeze. Walks on these mornings have a surreal feel to them. The sounds are attenuated and the fog closes in around you. I was hoping to capture some sun beams this morning, but the fog may not lift until noon. The local school bus routes were cancelled before dawn even appeared.
So who do we take pictures for? Ourselves? Our customers? or our Peers? It depends on the situation. We take pictures for ourselves to learn new techniques and improve. We take pictures for our customers to get paid and justify our business for taxes. We take pictures for our peers so we can get feedback on our work.
Last night I was saying how I was retired as my family was having supper and getting ready to go out for trick or treating. My grandson spoke up and said “You’re not retired. You take pictures for other people.” Bless his soul. Yes, I keep busy and have the time to follow my passions. He also thinks I’m an artist because I paint.
Yes, I think it would be a dreadful burden to have nothing to do. I also think it would be a dreadful shame not to be able to do the things I love to do.
My youngest son and his family took me to Toronto on the weekend to help with their 2 youngest sons so his wife and he could see a comedy show. They thought I was helping them. LOL I loved spending time at the Science Centre. And staying on the 28th floor of the Delta Inn was something I would never choose, but it was amazing to look out over Lake Ontario. My son’s oldest son couldn’t go with us. When we were discussing it at the supper table I reminded him of all the things he got to do with grandma and his Mom that his brother’s were too young to do. My grandson had to spend the weekend with this biological Mother, but they did things were didn’t do. And he got to go Kayaking with Grandma. Yes, we should rejoice in what others are able to do and not envy their trips.
I don’t think Robert Capa meant to take the picture closer and do only close-ups. I think you have to start by understanding your subject matter and getting closer. If you’re photographing wildlife you need to learn about your subject and have a passion for the subject to have it show in your photos.
I’ve loved turtles every since I was very little. Back when you were allowed to keep pet turtles, I had two painted turtles in a little dish with a plastic palm tree on the TV. We would take them out of the dish and race the turtles on the kitchen floor in the sunshine. Then it became illegal, apparently turtle habitats in captivity are high in e-coli and other bacteria that might be harmful to humans. Now as a more mature person I understand that turtles need to be in their native habitat and permitted to live their lives as free creatures. But I still love to be close to them, so kayaking and photography is a much better way to be observing them. Pinery Provincial Park is the place to find them. My record number of sightings were 179 painted turtles and 2 snapping turtles.
Learning more about my native heritage, I can see why turtles are so important to me, as we all live on turtle island. My ancestors left their family and reservations in search of adventure and safety for their children. In recent years we’ve heard more about the children that were taken away to residential schools or taken away by child welfare agencies and the abuse they suffered often including death. Many of the women left the reservations to ensure they could keep their children. Indians gladly enfranchised, gave up their native status, to be able to vote and live a life of freedom. The ties to heritage, culture and family were severed as intergenerational damage cut the final connections to language and religion. It was shameful to say you were part Indian, so families hid their heritage. It’s surprising to discover how many people in my subdivision growing up had Native heritage. I’m so glad to see that this is slowly changing as culture is being reclaimed and shown with pride again. My husband’s Muncee-Delaware flag hangs on the front our home. Yes, it includes a turtle on the flag.