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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♪♫ Here Comes The Sun ♪♫

© September '11   photo by smck
Up and out early, dew on grass, old lobster traps, truck, trees, on every thing - that translucent shadow of morning which is so distinguishable from the shadow of evening just as the glow of birth is distinguishable from the shade of leaving this mortal coil - that translucent shadow giving way before me to the glow of sun on the spruce on the hill, and so now on this Easter day (of posting) this scene remembered in the strange storage of my human brain and remembered in the pixeled world of computer-land is so tempting in its imagery of the light of resurrection.  But when I glimmed this burst of sun on the tops of trees back in September it was the shade of leaving for another year, the always background thought of my transience in this world of living and in this narrower world of living in Cape Breton that gave me momentary pause and the unformulated thought of the end of summer as of the end of all.  But here tonight I am transfixed with the photo and look forward to scything the hill again, of raking the tall grasses and stiff stems of the monocotyledons of Golden Rod and wild daisy, and the numerous pithy growths of Lambs Kill and other noxious plants (to my imagined grassy hill side to be), and seeing Spring Hill spring up to being again my born-again home again.

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