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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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.
COMMENTS are appreciated as feedback is the driving energy of blogging - And if you like this site please pass it along to a friend. Thanks!
NOTE: TO ENLARGE PHOTO, CLICK ON SAME - If using Firefox also click f11 - photos will fill the screen ...... ----------------------------------- ......TRANSLATION BUTTON AT TOP OF LEFT COLUMN!
High School Lacrosse Game
For two different early evenings now, I have attempted to see my grandson play lacrosse - the first night I drove to the wrong location and last night I got the correct field but the wrong time - so I snapped a few photographs and decided to post this one of his varsity (he's on the junior varsity) team (black and orange) moving the ball up field.
Happy birthday to Vincent van Gogh, born on this day in 1853
DID VAN GOGH CUT OFF HIS OWN EAR?
We know, we know. How do we even begin to comprehend a world in which van Gogh that didn't cut off his own ear and deliver it to a lady named Rachel?
Well, Hamburg-based historians Hans Kaufmann and Rita Wildegans insist
that Vincent van Gogh may have made the whole thing up to protect the
real culprit, his friend Paul Gauguin, who could have chopped it off
during an argument. (Gauguin liked to fence.) Evidence backing this
claim includes a letter van Gogh wrote to Gauguin, which reads: "I will keep quiet about this and so will you."
Mudan River (牡丹江)' (known locally as the Northeast Creek) - II
A little over two weeks after the 11 Mar '15 posting of the little spring water plants showing the growth of same
Pummeled and Arrested
Susan B Anthony pummeled and arrested for attempting to vote in 1872. She was fined $100 for registering to vote. -
The Light Is Shining For Burns Ford
When I was young and the river past Harry Harvey's Fish Market exited into what was called the 'old channel' and the 'new channel' and this body of water reflecting the setting sun was Anthony Cameron's cow pasture, right about where the small light on the middle right is beaming from the now old town office in the town park was an old shanty house belonging to Burns Ford where he and my father and others would gather and drink and play cards and sing old songs like 'Love's Old Sweet Song' and I was a young young pre-school kid that went everywhere - taverns, bars, old shantys, fishing boats, night hunting, staying awake until I would fall asleep against some old dog, or on the stern plank of a rowing boat in a drizzling rain or in the heat of a summers days and those old memories still roam across my mind as I capture scenes that never existed then.
words by G. Clifton Bingham
When on the world the mists began to fall,
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng
Low to our hearts Love sang an old sweet song;
And in the dusk where fell the firelight gleam,
Softly it wove itself into our dream.
Just a song a twilight, when the lights are low,
And the flick'ring shadows softly come and go,
Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long,
Still to us at twilight comes Love's old song,
comes Love's old sweet song.
- and there are more verses to this lovely old song
Love's Old Sweet Song
Music by J.L. Molloy;words by G. Clifton Bingham
Song Lyrics
Once in the dear dead days beyond recall,When on the world the mists began to fall,
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng
Low to our hearts Love sang an old sweet song;
And in the dusk where fell the firelight gleam,
Softly it wove itself into our dream.
Just a song a twilight, when the lights are low,
And the flick'ring shadows softly come and go,
Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long,
Still to us at twilight comes Love's old song,
comes Love's old sweet song.
- and there are more verses to this lovely old song
The Blue Bird of Loneliness
I was catching sunset and luckily snapped this feeling of life, and end of day, and beauty and solitude - and knew it was a perfect post for tomorrow but I can't wait to share. Enjoy!
United Kingdom
Good morning United Kingdom - I am guessing it is England but not sure as the stats are so general, but if you'd like to leave a comment on which part of the UK please do so - Norvellhimself
Working Bee Hives at Pristine Valley Farms
I drove over to Harford County to pick up a 'brand-new' bee hive this morning - getting there and back home before the light showers moved in - and was amazed at the various kinds of working hives they had in their side yard.
Israel
Looking at my blog daily stats and see that I have a visitor from Israel - welcome Israel, hope that this low-key blog interests you enough to return from time to time, Norvellhimself
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