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!
My Mom and Dad
and here in another cemetery - St. Mary Annes Episcopal , almost alien to both my mom and dad, as they were basically what they called down to the earth Nazerenes, but they are together for the days of the universe and here too a simple coil of wild Laurel commemorates my love - and my brothers love - for that sweetness that was my mom and that contradiction of black-and-white, caring-and-uncaring that was my father. Rest in peace
My Grandparents Tomb Stones - and Fresh Cut Wild Laurel
I never met any of my grandparents, they all but one - my mom's dad, who went to California before I was old enough to know who him - died before I was born. My father took me every Memorial Day to place wild Laurel on their graves in remembrance. And I have done it every May since my dad passed away - almost missed it this year because the 31st slipped away and Carol reminded me on Saturday that I forgot. The Laurel was almost flowered and gone but luckily I found a nice stand that had the flowers just bursting into full bloom and late in the afternoon placed them, loosely gathered, between the stones - rest in place William (Whistling Willie-my father said he was called) and Sarah
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