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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and the beat goes on - from West of Eden, by c o mccauley





and the beat goes on

well it finally happened
            allen
                    you died

and with the usual send-off
          of incense and nonsense
                     which you understood

you reached it

saw it for generations

lit up by big blinking neon-signs
             that kept you awake

christ, what a place            
              kansas minds of broken karmas wasted

visionary high-ways vanished
                in bowels of virtual illumination

mad mountaintops of moloch capped
               by an angelic peyote haze

pardon me, while I kiss the sky  

now it’s just you and jack
     walking with moriarty
     in the skinny midnight
            looking for lorca
            and the sealed light

this is the end
      my friend
      it hurts to set you free
             in such a desperate land


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