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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St. Mary Anne's

Fall Colour - III

Fall Colour - II

Fall Colour Finally Coming Out

A Brilliant Sky Monday Evening - but I only got these two northern shots



Oldie


Looking out to L'Archeveque Harbour from the old carriage house hill - boats all up - cranberries ripening - and a cold breeze telling me that it is getting time to leave for home.  And every time I do I get that strange gone-ness feeling of leaving friends and a way of life as if I were born to it behind, perhaps for the last time.

an old post - my first, back in March of 2012, though the photograph is from 2008 - and how the forest has moved in, in the intervening years - 



Glenfiddich - Fire & Cane



I stopped at a local liquor store today to purchase an inexpensive single malt - Loch Lomond, which I have written about before - and the Glenfiddich pictured to the left caught my eye. No age mentioned (but by regulation it must be at least three years old) and an Alc by vol of 43%.  The malt master added peat to the Glenfiddich process, matured the whisky in Bourbon casks and then finished it off in Latin rum casks which has given the finished product a distinctive flavour for a Glenfiddich.   I did not buy the Fire & Cane but wanted to think about it for a while as part of the anticipation process of trying a fine malt but will give my 'man-in-the-street' to you when I do so.  For now here is the word from the distillery:

"Glenfiddich Fire & Cane is a bold fusion of smoky and sweet notes. By marrying peated whisky and malts matured in bourbon barrels, and then finishing in Latin rum casks, we created an exquisite whisky with campfire smokiness and toffee sweetness." re/
 https://www.glenfiddich.com/collection/experimental-series/fire-and-cane/

also you might like to check out this site:

The House On The Corner - II




The House On The Corner


Caught My Eye


Out For A Ride - II


Out For A Ride


Bull - II


Snow with Fire - from the internet


End of Season - V


End of Season - IV


From shivering mist ascends the morning,
The bustle, of the fields declines,
The wolf walks now upon the highway,
In wolfish hunger howls and whines;
The traveller's pony scents him, snorting--
The heedful wanderer breathless takes
His way in haste beyond the mountains!
And though no longer when day breaks
Forth from their stalls the herd begins
To drive the kine,--his noon-day horn recalls.
The peasant maiden sings and spins,
Before her crackling, flaming bright
The pine chips,--friend of Winter night.

The Coming Of Winter by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin


End of Season - the unmowed patch is 2019 blueberries, the mowed upper-section is 2020 blueberries


End of Season - II


End of The Season