What's It All About, eh?

Cape Breton evokes deep memories and strong emotions for me as well as a deep appreciation for the beauty of my adopted island. My hopes are that you too might find the photos evocative - maybe a view you've not enjoyed before, or an 'Oh I've been there', or if from away that you may be encouraged to visit this fair isle so that you might come to love and breathe Cape Breton as I do. One word about place names that I use - some are completely local usage while others are from maps of Cape Breton that I've purchased over the years. I frequently post travel and other photos that are of interest to me - and hopefully you.

On the right hand side bar find my take on Single Malt whiskey - from how to best enjoy this noble drink to reviews (in a most non-professional manner) of ones that I have tried and liked - or not. Also musings, mine and others, on life in general.

Photographs are roughly 98%+ my own and copy-righted. For the occasional photo that is borrowed, credit is given where possible - recently I have started posting unusual net photographs that seem unique. Feel free to borrow any of my photos for non-commercial use, otherwise contact me. Starting late in 2013 I have tried to be consistent in identifying my photographs using ©smck on all out of camera photos I personally captured - (I often do minor computer changes such as 'crop' or 'shadow' etc but usually nothing major), and using ©norvellhimself on all photos that I have played around with in case it might not be obvious. Lately I have dropped the ©smck and have watermarked them with the blog name.

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Warning - Falls Ahead

© August '11   photo by smck
We wanted to kayak from Loch Lomond down to Grand River while the river was running full - but that meant that Grand River Falls would be in its' full furious spate and I surely didn't want to come paddling day-dreamingly along and get swept down the roaring chute.  Trevor had left an old beat-up pair of blaze orange rain pants in the garage so I secured them to a small tree above the falls just where they would be visible a fair distance up-stream on the turn for the last run.  And they worked fine (I had been apprehensive about the possibility that someone coming in to explore the falls might remove them thinking they were a careless bit of debris left thoughtlessly behind) giving us plenty of time to get the kayaks into the shore while the swift moving current was still manageable.  We then did the portage around the falls and continued on.
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