Tuesday, December 11, 2018

It's Photoshop season!

With the frightful weather out there, some days are best spent indoors, allowing your creative spirit to soar in front of your computer or with an indoor camera setup. A beverage of your choice, music playing in the background, and now that it's legal, some mind-altering chemistry, these things enhance your creativity. It's what I call "Photoshop Season".
Caution, though. Always wait until the light of day before sharing your images. Sometimes they don't look the same when viewed through less 'altered' eyes!


A "sporadic musing moment".

I just figured out basketball.

Up 'till now, basketball has been a bunch of really tall skinny guys running around randomly and exhibiting fabulous gymnastic ability with a goal to put that ball in the hoop. The commentators always talk about 'plays' and 'screen and roll'  and 'dribble drive' but it took a long time for me to figure out that it really isn't random.

The plays are all designed to get the ball in the hands of a shooter who is not defended properly by drawing the defence away somewhere else. Thing is, it all happens in the blink of an eye.

I've been a Raptors fan since the team's inception.  I don't like baseball because I tend to fall asleep easily and it's boring. I love watching football because I played many centuries ago and I understand the game. I don't watch CFL football because that's like listening to your little sister practice the viola (sorry, Barbi) when you could be listening to Tommy Emmanuel or Eric Clapton or Oscar Peterson or...

For me, basketball is different. For one thing, I have never had a dream in the middle of the night where I was beating Magic Johnson to a spot or shooting over LeBron James. I'm short. I'm fat. I can't jump high enough to get my toes off the ground. And it's been over 60 years since I tried shooting a basketball at a hoop. Does anyone still shoot free throws underhand from between their legs?

Football (sorry, my non-North-American readers, our kind of football, not yours!) is like a chess match. You plan in advance what you're going to do and then you execute to the best of your ability. The defence tries to anticipate your move and move forces in place to prevent it, being careful not to leave any other options wide open for the offense. When I watch football, I do so vicariously. I could be that offensive or defensive lineman, or nose tackle. I love to watch the offensive guards, especially when they 'pull' (run ahead of the ball carrier).

Basketball is the same, except it's like speed chess, everything happens on the fly. On offence, you try to find a path for the ball to get to the basket which is not covered by the defence. If you drive into the paint, the defenders are forced to bring their manpower in to prevent it, but that leaves the guy in the corner with a wide open 3-point shot. If they try to cover the 3-pointers, that leaves the middle open. If you have players capable of hitting shots efficiently from the mid-range, the defence is screwed, they can't cover everything.

The players are incredibly skilled. Their reaction times are unearthly fast. Their body control and especially their hands are unbelievable.

The Raptors are a good team. Maybe even the best on the planet this year, we'll see. At this writing, they are 20 and 4 and if they stay healthy, it's hard to see how anyone can beat them. The skill levels of the individual players is outstanding: Lowry's vision and long range accuracy, Leonard's offensive skills, Siakam's dexterity and sheer speed, Ibaka and Valanciunas's power and presence... I especially like watching Steady Freddy VanVleet as he explodes from zero to 100 in a microsecond.

But it's not just about these individual skills. It's about forcing your opponent to deploy their forces to react to a perceived threat and then executing something completely different. It's about playmaking and the coaching staff are the ones making these moves. Yes, the players are exciting to watch but they're merely the chess pieces on the board, not the GrandMaster making the moves.

What's this got to do with photography? Nothing.




Time to start thinking about next summer?

Newfoundland again? Maybe...


But an idea has arisen. What about a bunch of us getting together and flying up to Whitehorse or Yellowknife or both for a couple of weeks? We could rent a couple of motorhomes... or we could engage a local guide...
Who's interested? eMail me.




Another 'sporadic moment'

Does anyone else get muscle cramps in their inner thigh? The muscle in question is called the "sartorius muscle" and it runs from the knee all the way up to the hip joint. Cramps in this muscle are excruciating. I've been tempted to call 9-1-1 when I get one and it's interesting that when I Googled it, other people have said exactly the same thing. One person said he'd broken bones and had less pain. A woman said natural childbirth hurt less.

My doctor had no suggestions. Other than lose weight...

I know that too much exercise causes me to get this cramp. Those who know me know that "too much exercise" might be getting off the couch too many times on the way to the refrigerator and back. Seriously, for instance if I mow the entire half acre lawn in one shot, I know I'll be hurting that night. Or a long (for me) hike.

So my questions are, (1) how do you prevent this cramp?  I've read all kinds of things about hydration, potassium, magnesium... they don't work. Anything else? And (2) when you get one, what works best to make it go away? I stand up, find something around stomach height (back of a chair, a dresser...) to take some of the weight off it, and remain motionless until it abates. Sometimes I try to find and massage a trigger point but nothing really works.

Anyone else suffer with these? Please let me know.


BTW I just did something to my shoulder. I can't remember any particular incident. I carried a load of firewood in yesterday but that was with the other arm... hurts like hell to raise my arm but if I force it, I can get a full range of motion and the pain eases for a minute or two. Frustrating: do you know how much stuff you do with your dominant hand?




Altered Reality

Here's an image I've been working on sporadically (I like that word!) for some time. The original image was from a "zombie walk" a few years ago in Haliburton. Then there was a "chamber of horrors" thing set up for Hallowe'en at Pinestone, a year later if I recall. That was a challenge because there was virtually no light in there so handheld long exposure! I merged the two pictures and did a lot of work on toning and colour, etc. Then I added some texture effects and a final cut/edit to use it for a challenge on the Photoshop and Photography Facebook group.

Last week I remembered that there was a flame function in Photoshop and since I wanted to play with it, I brought the image up again. The Guardian at the Gates of Hell can project flame from his eyes and he set the hair of the female zombie on fire. Without further ado...



I need to come up with a few more creative composite shots for upcoming competitions, so watch this space!




Here''s an image I spent some time on yesterday. As I said, it's "Photoshop" season, a good time to go through images I marked for editing from last summer.



Looking Northwest at the Twillingate harbour

I did some subtle editing here. When I first looked at it, I opened up the shadows on the boat/land to the right to see what was there: lots of detail. Shooting in RAW lets you do that. The sky was nice. I had 4 images and tried to combine them but it didn't help so I simply used Lightroom and later, ACR, to give the sky more presence.

Although it was a 1/4 second exposure, the water had too much texture for me. So I selected it and applied a motion blur to smooth it. There was a bright spot in the sky at upper left and I decided to try to enhance that by using Topaz Studio Texture Effects (I remembered one with some sun rays) and I like how that turned out. Finally I dodged and burned the right side to make it look like the boat and land were subtly lit by the sun peeking through the clouds.

This image 'tastes' like it did when I shot it. I think it will make an excellent print.




I've been in Algonquin Park twice in the last 4 days. Friday was cold: -22°C, Monday not so much, only around -7°C. I got a bunch of pictures I liked on Friday and I decided to put together a little Lightroom slideshow instead of trying to post them individually. I uploaded it to YouTube and you can see it here. It was disappointing to me, though, because I lost a lot of quality — nothing's really sharp. I had to reduce the size of the video file because of my lousy upload speed. Here are a couple of individual shots:



Seen on the way home later in the afternoon. And yes, too close (although it was with a 400mm lens). She walked towards me, I backed up , just a snowbank between us. She wasn't really being aggressive, I had the feeling she didn't care that I was there, this was just the way she wanted to go.






At Mew Lake, where the Pine Martens live, there's a flock of wild turkeys. They're totally habituated to man, who's ever heard of wild turkeys that root around at people's feet? Ditto Pine Martens that hang out under your car.

I'm starting to be a little disgusted by the photographers who spread peanut butter or cat food on the branches at Mew Lake for the martens (you know who you are and where I'm talking about). There are half a dozen living there and if you don't see one or more, just wait a few minutes. And if you don't see one today, well that's an excuse to come back to the Park another time.

When we were there yesterday it was hard to get a picture when the animal wasn't licking a tree. Yes, they run around fast and are hard to photograph but how can you be proud of a picture of an animal that was baited? Might as well go to the zoo.

Don't get me started on baiting snowy owls with store-bought mice.

{/rant}



Here's one that does NOT live in a garbage can. Yes, he's running across a road but he lives in the bush and lives on what he hunts, not on man's scraps. This was up on Opeongo Road on Monday.





Parting Shots


Here are a couple of images from Monday's visit to the Park. 



 

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Saturday, December 01, 2018

Getting Old Sucks

I wrote this section two weeks ago. I'm leaving it here because, well, it's true. But if you scroll down a bit, you'll see a little different perspective.

Getting Old Sucks, a rant.

I know, I know. Everyone's first reaction is, "the alternative sucks worse". I get that.

But it's true. You work all your life, then you retire and you want to do all those things you've been putting off. But... why do you think the word "retired" has the word "tired" in it. My get-up-and-go has got up and went.

Yesterday I fixed a loose towel hook on the back of the bathroom door. That was yesterday.

Today I did more. I brought in some firewood. I started a fire. I watched the mechanic fix the snowblower (I couldn't do it. That wasn't an 'age' thing, it was an 'I'm a numbnutz mechanic' thing). But then he started it by pulling the 'thingie' once. Later I tried and I had to plug in the electric start to get it going because I don't have the strength to pull the cord hard and fast enough.

I know I'm bitching. But back when, I used to work out and was proud that I built a body with a 56" chest and a 36" waist and I bench pressed 315 lbs and funny enough, I only weighed about 20 lbs less than I do now. I'm not going to say the numbers now, because it's embarrassing  but when I bought bird seed today (oh, yeah: I did that too. And filled the feeders!) I had to have them sell me half a bag because I couldn't lift the 50 lb bag. A couple of weeks ago, I couldn't pick up a bundle of shingles.

Part of it's due to arthritis. My hands cramp up. So do my legs, my abs, my side, my right shoulder... my knees are sore. So are my hips. They wake me up at night. 4 am, I get up, wander around the house for an hour then maybe get back to sleep.

My father used to say, "Everything hurts. Except the stuff that doesn't work anymore".

"Do you want some cheese with that whine"?

I heard about a couple more people who have dementia. Maybe they're lucky, they don't know what's happening.

I haven't shot a picture in 2 weeks, or even edited one. That stops now. Back to work. Right after my nap. I'm not ready yet, dammit.


{/rant}


Now to the main subject of this blog.

Does this Grandson make me look fat?
And short. And old.
Are we so sure that Genetics is a real thing?



That's what happens when you have a 6'2" slim grandson! All of the above... 

This blog post is not about me. It's about my grandson, Ryan Davenport.
That would be 2nd Lieutenant Ryan Davenport, Royal Canadian Air Force.


I had the privilege of accompanying my daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter to attend Ryan's graduation ceremony at the Canadian Forces Leadership and Recruit School located at the Saint-Jean Garrison in Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu, Quebec. He completed the Basic Military Officer Qualification course for Regular Force Officers and he now holds the rank of 2nd Lt. in the RCAF.



Lori and Rich, Kelly and Ryan, an iPhone shot the day before graduation.  



Rich shot this picture of Ryan with me and my daughter, Lori, so 3 generations! I stripped out the background and replaced it with this one.  Oh, and a little photoshop 'liquify' on my shape, because yes, this grandson makes me look fat!





Family shot.  Lori and Ryan and Kelly and Richard


It was interesting that Ryan had bulked up, building his fitness level and endurance before the course. We were shocked to see how much muscle mass he lost over the course of these months. He puts it down to perennial sleep deprivation and the fact that almost all of the PT was cardio-based, favouring endurance over strength. He says he can't wait to get back on the ice playing hockey or in a gym pushing weights.

As I write this, he is now posted to his permanent base but he'll only be there for a month or so before he leaves for his Phase 1 flight training. All things being equal, in a few months he'll be a qualified military pilot, then moving on to additional training leading to his goal of flying jet fighters. Soon, he'll get to fly the Harvard II, an 1100 hp turboprop trainer (for those familiar with the original ones, this isn't your grandfather's Harvard! Fully aerobatic, capable of pulling 7G's and topping out at almost 600 kph... be sure to click "more photos" on the linked page). From there he moves to jets: I heard that it's possible he'll do his jet training in T-38 Talons in the US instead of the CT-155 Hawk in Canada because he might be too tall to fit in the Hawk cockpit! These are both supersonic jet trainers! By the way, I know more but won't post locations or other details here.

The graduation ceremony was held in a cavernous building with terrible lighting for photography. An hour and a half or more of marching drills and mostly standing at attention or parade rest (under arms, with the C7 rifle). My feet hurt just watching them.



Ryan was at the far right end of his platoon, likely because of his height. The group behind them were non-commissioned recruits who go through similar basic physical training. 




All three branches of service (Army, Navy, Air Force) trained together here, hence the different uniforms. They must practice that facial expression.


Personal observation: I have to admit that because Ryan is just a kid to me, at the beginning I had the feeling that this was not serious. By the end, I realized these people are not 'playing soldier'. This isn't summer camp.




Some of the instructors 

I know that the job of a grandparent is to spoil the grandkids rotten. Now I also realize that the grandkids' rôle is to make their grandparents incredibly proud.




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Thursday, October 18, 2018

A day in the Park

First of all, an update on the house.

As I write this, the house roof is about 2/3 done. There's a small area still to be shingled, and then finishing around, vents to be reinstalled. The garage isn't started yet but the supplies are all there and ready to go. Oh, plus the back leanto roof over the woodpile. There was a bit of a delay due to a problem with the roofer's son's health but we should be back on track for completion this weekend. Everything's going smoothly... the bin is going to cost me more than anticipated though because of the dumping fees for the old shingles.

He used "Ice & Water" shielding for the critical areas and a waterproof membrane elsewhere. I never did have any leaking but because of the way the structure is built, ice damming in winter is a perennial problem.

What's left to do? Not much. Actually I have to decide what to do with the stuff I dragged out to sell in a garage sale. Some I'll put away, some I'll scrap or give to the Thrift store. The gazebo roof needs to come down and be put away before the snow flies.

It looks like I'm staying for another winter. Unless I can sell it by word of mouth: I won't re-list it until the Spring, then we'll see. My fireplace wood is in, stacked and split (they supplied a rather coarse split and I had to work hard to re-split it), I've arranged with someone to plow the driveway because I sold the ATV last spring, but I need to find a smallish snowblower just to do the paths around and the deck. Surprisingly, not much is available out there right now.
Ask me if you want to see some details and pictures of the house.


The car also cost me a few dollars. I ran over a branch in Algonquin Park last week and punched a hole in the radiator. $700 later... Now I discovered that my exhaust pipes are badly corroded and that's going to be some more. I guess I'll make a trip down to Toronto next week to address that. But otherwise the snow tires are installed and we're ready for winter!




My latest kitchen purchase

(This is what I mean by "sporadic musings"!)

You know how sometimes you buy something and wonder how you ever managed without it?

Those who know me know I like to eat... and somehow I need to cook. I like cooking but I'm lazy and don't have the energy to fiddle with complex recipes and methods. I had read about these things for a while and decided to buy one. 


Since I live alone, I don't need a big one, so I chose the Instant Pot Duo 30 which is a 3-Qt version (it's also available in 6- and 8-Qt sizes) 

Best thing ever!

I've had it about 6 weeks and at the beginning I used it daily just to learn how and try various recipes.  I'm still using it virtually every day. And I have yet to have a bad experience, everything I've cooked in it has come out fantastic! 

It cooks rice better than any rice cooker (mine is for sale..., so is one of my crock pots!). Sweet Potatoes are better than anything I've made other ways, and so are mashed potatoes. And steamed veggies. But the best thing is how it cooks meats. I'm used to using a crock pot and cooking a roast or stew for 8 hours. Give this thing 30-40 minutes, the same cuts of meat and it's even better! Also clean-up is one stainless steel pot, 2 minutes! Including roasts, chicken, fall-off-the-bone ribs, even meat loaf!

Best place to buy these is on Amazon.  It cost me $100 including free shipping and was here in two days. I notice it's now on sale for $10 less!  Here's the link to the Amazon page for the 3-Qt and here's the link for the 6-Qt if there's more than one of you. 

I know this is a little weird to be reading here, but last night I made a pot roast, except I'm on a low-carb diet right now and didn't add in potatoes and carrots. Instead I made green beans and a salad. This is my own recipe, nothing exact. Here's what I did:

  • I used a chunk of chuck roast or bottom round (I don't remember which). You know, the cheap roasts for 'slow cooking'. Or blade roast or sirloin roast... because it was just one meal, I had bought one about 1 kg and cut it in half, freezing the rest.
  • On "sauté", brown all sides in the pot in a little olive oil. Important step for flavour.
  • Take it out, pour in about a cup of beef broth and 'deglaze' the pot by scraping all the brown bits into the broth. 
  • Add some garlic (I like the paste, not messy!) and a bunch of chunks of onion. My FAVOURITE seasoning: Knorr dry onion soup mix (half a packet for such a small roast). Some salt, Keg steak spice, some Worcestershire sauce and some ketchup for some tomato-ey flavour. Mix it up, put the little trivet thing in so the meat isn't immersed in the liquid too much.
  • Put the meat back in, close the lid with the vent sealed and set it to pressure cook for 40 minutes. When it's done, let it release naturally, it'll take about 10 minutes.
  • Take out the roast, mix up a heaping teaspoon of corn starch with a little water. Mix it in, slice up the roast and put it back in the liquid with the pot back on "sauté" for about 5 minutes.

That was the best tasting roast I've had in forever. Under an hour, not all day. And the gravy was so good I poured it on my green beans too! Imagine it on potatoes (after the diet is done!). And it took longer to write this than to prepare it. 

PS: if you are going to add potatoes and carrots, set it for 30 minutes instead of 40, do an 'instant release', open the pot after the pressure is vented, add the veggies, reset it for 10 minutes more and restart it. Natural release. Otherwise the veggies are overdone.

How did I live without one of these?



My day in Algonquin Park

The weather forecast for yesterday wasn't too bad, so I got up early and headed up to Algonquin Park. I was pleasantly surprised by a beautiful sunrise and i got out at the Frost Centre to take a few shots:




 
I looked to my left and, "Hey! There's a bird on the dock!" From a distance, I thought it was a heron but on a closer look, an owl! I ran back to the car, got the long lens, and it hadn't moved! I got a shot!




Then I looked closer. And walked down there. It hadn't moved because it was made out of plastic! Got me.




My plan for the park was to drive highway 60 hoping for moose, check out Mew Lake for critters, then do Spruce Bog because I was told where to find Spruce Grouse there. Next I'd go up Opeongo Road. I had two purposes, moose and critters, of course: and I figured that since the east part of the park was more Aspens and Tamaracks, they'd be colourful by now. Technically, the red maples would be gone at this point. But Arowhon was worth checking on the way home anyway, I wanted to see what was left of the maple canopy. Everything went more or less to plan.


Along 60 there were traces of snow. Although I took a few shots, I won't post one because it's only topical for a couple of days, next week it'll be old news. Wait... what's that black thing at the back of that field? Could it be...


I shot this with the 400mm and the 1.7x teleconverter for a total of 680mm. Up till now, that combination did not produce sharp results but I had the camera and lenses serviced at Sun Camera and looks like they fixed it. Now it is not as sharp as the 200-400mm lens on its own, but it's pretty good. This is just a slight crop for composition.

Next I turned up a side road on a whim. It wasn't marked if I recall so I can't say exactly which one it was. There was a little bridge about 2 km in, then it ended in a parking area at the head of some hiking trail. 



The reds are gone and the gold sugar maple leaves are falling but this is why I am addicted to shooting the colours every fall! 

There was nothing going on at Mew Lake so I drove to the spruce bog and spent an hour in the area where I was told the Spruce Grouse hang out. In fact I shot one there last week. There were lots of red squirrels, chipmunks, chickadees and red breasted nuthatches vying for peanuts. 



 

Next stop was Opeongo Road. I travelled up and down it a couple of times hoping for spruce grouse, then I went for lunch at the Mad Musher. On the way back, I stopped at a few scenic spots, including the parking area for Brewer Lake. 




I chose to shoot with the ND filter in place here. The 60 second exposure smoothed out the waters and the clouds, then I added a lot of clarity to the trees to bring them to what I had previsualized. Because I had the camera out with the 70-200 lens, on the tripod, several cars of tourists screeched into the parking lot thinking I had found a moose!

I found an unmarked road leading to a canoe portage. I drove to the end on what I call a Suba-road and got some spectacular fall colour pictures.


From time to time I shoot a picture with my Subaru in it. Maybe one day, Subaru or a dealer will see them and decide they would make great pictures or posters for their showrooms (that's a hint: if you drive a Subaru or know a dealer, pass it on!). My habit is to drive as far as I can until I run out of road. When the surface gets rough, I've named these roads "Suba-Roads".

This shot was enhanced with Topaz Studio but I partially masked the car to retain its original detail.



In the same spot. I love the multiple textures of the fungi, the bark and the leaves. 



I love these pine plantations. The symmetry, the patterns. In this case, the white fungi and flora mixed with the fallen pine needles add a great texture. Can't you just smell the fresh pine? 


Then I drove back up Opeongo Road and stopped at the Turtle Rock bridge where I found Canada Jays, chickadees and white-crowned sparrows. I also ran into Jackie and Robert from Toronto Digital who told me to go to the top end of the Mizzy Lake trail for spruce grouse. 




What kind of plant is this, growing wild along Opeongo Road? I know it's not but it looks suspiciously like Canada's new national plant! 




White Crowned Sparrow on Opeongo Road. 

They told me where to park and described the trail, saying I only had to go a couple of hundred yards. They lied. 2½ km later... well I did get my steps in! I didn't see much, no Spruce Grouse, but it was a beautiful trail to walk. It was a little late in the day so I didn't linger long. However...




A cheeky red squirrel down the trail.  



I never would have ID'd this bird without help. Jackie and Robert were there and Robert, who is a retired ornithologist, instantly identified it from the back of my camera. It's a lifer for me!

It was a great day in Algonquin Park. In fact, they all are, including the day I drove over a branch and punctured my radiator as I mentioned above. Next time I'm back, there will probably be a white background! See you then.


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Sunday, October 14, 2018

I'm Baaaaaack!

I spent the entire summer on a two-month journey in Newfoundland. If you follow my blog, you know I made 9 separate blog posts with pictures and stories of my trip. Am I going back? Yes, I plan to. I'll decide more in a couple of months. I would encourage any outdoor-minded person to make the voyage.
People ask me if I would live there. I would in a heartbeat, if I didn't have medical limitations, and if I had a network of friends there. Just choosing to live up in Minden 10 years ago meant straining my Toronto relationships: spending an evening with friends or relatives meant finding a place to sleep over, but it was do-able from time to time. If I lived in Newfoundland, it would be a whole other ballgame, it would sever them. You can't just pop into town for an evening or a couple of days, unless you have an unlimited airline budget, for one thing. Moot point, though, since for medical reasons I would have to live in St. John's and I'm a 'bay b'y' not a 'townie'. Defeats the purpose.

There are people I know for whom "roughing it" means "no room service". Sure, there are places in Newfoundland for them to live: Torbay Point comes to mind, or urban St. John's. But for the most part, you have to be an 'outdoors-person' as I said a minute ago. At least 3 times, people said to me, verbatim, "you have to love the wind". That's code for actually looking forward to putting on waterproof gear and venturing outside in a rainstorm or venturing out on the water (there's a whole other level set aside for those who like going out in little boats in heavy seas to fish or crab or lobster). It's waking up on a winter morning and saying "oh, good, it snowed! I can go out and shovel!" Stacking and splitting firewood is great exercise. You have to own a Ford F-150 and a trailer for your boat and ATV. 


I'm all of those things, or I was. So are most, if not all, of my motorcycle friends. I wish I were 20 year younger but I'm 72 years old now and fit (oh, wait. That should be an "a" not an "i" in the middle of that word). There are lots of things that are harder for me to do now. So yeah, turning up the thermostat, putting my feet up in a LazyBoy and flipping through satellite TV channels is more and more appealing. But I love it. As an aside, I wish I could find someone who would like to share that lifestyle with me.




You can click on any picture in the blog to blow it up. Most of the pictures are available as large format prints at very reasonable cost. Contact me.


Random musing:
As I get older, the number of entries in my contact list who have "Doctor" as the honorific seems to be growing.


My house is still for sale. 

Mind you, after a trip into Toronto for my periodic visits to Princess Margaret Hospital (nothing new, "see you in 6 months". Yay), I'm questioning my decision to sell and move back towards the city. The theory is to move "when I can instead of when I have to", but is it worth abandoning this lifestyle?

It took me 90 minutes to get from the 404/Major Mac to my first appointment at Bayview/Eglinton. Turns out that Eglinton was completely closed by construction (how was I supposed to know?). The GPS took me on a tour of some of the industrial areas of the city.  From PMH to the Costco at Hwy 7/Woodbine took another hour and a half. 


If you're interested or know someone who is, please contact me. I'm surprised it didn't sell: yes, it needs a new roof but that's a few thousand dollars and one day's work. Yes, it's not far from the highway and the Inn is across the road, but those are advantages, not disadvantages. Especially for baby boomers looking for a place to live outside the city. Our road's the first one to get plowed in the winter. You're not totally isolated. It's a one-storey house so when the time comes that stairs are no longer friendly, no problem. There's a huge garage and your dock on the lake is 100' away. It's only 2 hours from Toronto (Haliburton is at least 45 minutes further and don't even think about overpriced Muskoka where you don't want to be on the 400 any time from Friday to Monday).

The MLS listing is gone but I do have a record of it so email me if you are interested.
Update: as I type this there are thumping hoofprints on the roof as the roofer does his thing. All laminated shingles, plus Ice/water underlay, this should be good for another 40 years! I'm also having him do the garage roof at the same time, might as well. So what's left to do to make this a turnkey house? Nothing!


Picture time!

I think I shot fewer pictures in September than I have in a month in years. The camera was in the shop for a while — I had my vacation in the summer, a chance to rejuvenate and renew; now it was the camera's turn! In the end, not much was done to it (fixed the "aperture control unit" and a good cleaning), and nothing to the lenses although a couple of them will need some work down the road. But after the summer in Newfoundland, I was a bit burned out.

As October dawned, and the colours started to brighten, I was infected with the annual bug. Every year I say "I'm not shooting the colours this year" and every year, I do anyway. Can't help it, it's addictive. For the record, the colours were better this year than last, although not the best I've ever seen. I was selective in what I shot, though.

Algonquin Park called to me three times in the space of a week. 



OK, I lied. The colours were pretty damned good and when the rising sun peeked out from the clouds... 



A rare sighting for me this year. The grey jays seem to have been absent until now and there are far fewer of them around
 


These guys are really hard to see until they move. I spent about 2 hours at Spruce Bog and never did see a male. 




I was going to save this image for my "Parting Shot" but instead I put it with the other Algonquin shots. This is probably one of my favourite images, deserving of printing large. I am going to do that, as a canvas for above the headboard in my bedroom. If anyone else wants a print of this, get in touch with me and let's do it!

Most of my images are available as prints. I find stretched canvas prints to be very effective and inexpensive because you don't have to frame them. If anything in my blog or Facebook images tickles your fancy, let me know and I'll tell you whether they'll print well.



I happened to look down at this dead leaf in my driveway and saw this mask! I have to wait for more leaves to fall before i can re-shoot the "Screaming Tree" on Horseshoe Lake Road. Hopefully it's still there

As Fall progresses, the red maples give way to the yellows and oranges of the sugar maples. Here's a few ways of looking at them, shot one afternoon around the Haliburton Highlands area.




 


 






 

As I wrote elsewhere, the colour palette of the fall in the Highlands is hard to beat.

The Haliburton Highlands Camera Club held an outing day. Here are a few images to celebrate that day!




 



 



 

And finally, here's a group shot of the club members on the outing, at Snowdon Park.

Let's see what the rest of the month brings! Get those creative juices flowing!


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Thursday, September 06, 2018

Newfoundland Journey 2018 — Phase 9

I'm on a two-month journey in Newfoundland. My goal here is to post some highlights, both in words and pictures, and to try to include some tips if you're planning to make the trek to the Rock.
 You can click on any picture in the blog to blow it up. Most of the pictures are available as large format prints at very reasonable cost. Contact me.



This is the last in the series of blog posts documenting my summer-long trip to Newfoundland. That doesn't mean you won't see any more Newfie pictures, indeed you will! But maybe not in a semi-chronologically organized fashion.

This post starts mid-August. Amin is back and we're based out of Torbay, north of St. Johns. From there we drove back to the West coast, visited Gros Morne, then spent a day around Stephenville and the Port au Port peninsula, then drove via Codroy to pick up the ferry in Channel-Port aux Basques. After getting on the ferry, I never even took the camera out. So the post ends when we left the Rock.

Here are some stats for the trip.

BTW for those who don't know, Amin is a friend from the Haliburton Highlands Camera Club. He drove out with me, spent a couple of weeks, flew home and then back for the last two weeks of the trip. He loved it and would do it again, but was admittedly disappointed in the number of icebergs, whales and close-up puffins he saw. And moose. See below!

  • Total time away: 70 days
    • In Newfoundland:    65 days
  • Total Mileage: 12,525 km
    • In Newfoundland:     8,350 km approx.
  • Number of car problems:     1 (nail in tire)
  • Number of Shutter Clicks: 13,416
    • D800:   10,333
    • D5500:   3,083     
    • Approx. number of "keepers": 8,812
           Not out of focus or poor exposure or composition. Includes images stacked
           for merging as panos, HDR's, but not startrails (I discarded those after stacking).
  • Number of camera problems: 2 (dropped camera/wide angle lens, 400mm doesn't want to autofocus sometimes)
  • Number of times I went out in a boat: 6 not counting the ferry
  • Number of times I ate fish: approx. 15
         Note: this is a significant number since at home I NEVER eat fish
         Note: in Newfoundland, "Fish" means "Cod".
  • Number of icebergs I saw that weren't 15 miles away: 1. And it was just a little bergy bit. It just wasn't the year for them.
  • Number of whales I saw: about 12. 2 or 3 from boats, a few pictures, some tails, no breaches.
  • Number of moose I saw in all that driving: 0. That's zero. None.
  • Number of caribou: also 0. They don't exist. They're just a story they tell people from away.
  • Number of birds: Lots. Puffins, Gannets, gulls, sea birds, shore birds, check out my pictures!
  • Number of disagreements, testy moments: 1. In a Royal Bank who didn't want to serve me because I didn't reveal that I had an RBC client card. I don't count the time I got stopped for speeding because the nice RCM Policeman let me off with a warning!
  • Oh yeah, I forgot: 
    • Number of iPhones I stepped on and broke: 1
    • Number of times I dropped my camera: 1
  • Number of oil paintings I did. One. Not happy about that...
  • Number of charcoal/pencil sketches I did: 4. Really just three because I did the same scene twice. Again, not happy, I should have done more.
  • Number of waterproof rain jackets I bought: 2. Can't help myself!
  • Number of T-shirts I bought: 2. At Cape St. Mary's and a long sleeved one in Rocky Harbour.
  • Number of stuffed animals I bought: 2. I bought a Puffin as a decoy for Elliston and a Moose to remind me that they actually might exist. They're going to my granddaughters in New York. (don't tell them!)
  • Number of times I took out the two folding chairs I brought all that way: Zero. Ditto my light tent and light kit
  • Number of times I got up to shoot at dawn: 1.
It was a fantastic 2 months. I met some amazing people, saw some unparalleled scenery and wildlife, hiked much more than I thought I could, stayed in some great places, enjoyed a variety of weather ("you have to love the wind"!).

Am I coming back? You betcha, b'y.




If you are an outdoor type person, there's no excuse for not visiting the Rock. 


  



 Newfoundland is serious about their hiking trails. They are unbelievably scenic and extraordinarily well maintained, right down to putting chicken wire on boards crossing wet spots and carving "X's" in the steps so that hikers don't slip in the wet.



OK, now let's do some pictures to wrap up the trip. 



This was at the foot of the cliff where the house I rented was located.


I hiked out on the Cobbler's Path, East Coast Trail at Torbay Point twice: the first time I didn't make it all the way (before I decided that yes, I can actually walk!). This was from the second trip, and I got Amin to shoot a picture of me on the rocks at the end of the trail.  Photo credit: Amin Shivji 



If you look back from there, you get this view of the peninsula. On the right is Outer Cove, on the left, Europe! Here's a Google Map of the spot. 


Looking the other way, here's Amin at the very end. In the distance, can you see Greenland? No?

By the way, there are some very beautiful estates and estate lots on the road to this point. Awesome view of the ocean or the bay or both. We saw a sign offering a one-acre lot for $595,000. The former premier of Newfoundland (Danny Williams) lives there, along with other big names.



Just around the corner is the Ocean Science Centre, part of Memorial University. Very interesting architecture! 




North of Torbay is the northern part of the Avalon Peninsula. Since I like to drive my Subaru as far as I can until I run out of road (I call those rough dirt roads, "Suba-roads") we managed to get to the very end of the peninsula, at Cape St. Francis beyond Pouch Cove.


There used to be a manned lighthouse at this point, we were told by a local, but they tore it down and replaced it with an automated one and a helipad. They fly from here to the oil rigs in the North Sea and for Search and Rescue. The road goes up and down some challenging hills!

Just before you get there, you find this wonderful vista. I did a multi-shot pano here, you can see exquisite detail in a print or a blow-up.  We were told that there are literally dozens of shipwrecks on the rocks in this bay dating back centuries. 


In Pouch Cove itself, there are some slip ramps where small fishing boats are launched. They go up probably 100' on the cliff faces. This old boat is sitting at the top of one of them.



Bird Pictures




We went down to Cape St. Mary's together with Ray Mackey on a fog-less day (for a change!).  I took a lot of images including this one of a hen caring for her chick. 


Amin and Ray on the hike out to the rock where the Gannets nest. It's just to the right of Ray, near the end of the peninsula in the distance. The walk out is about a mile. 


The rock itself. It's late in the season so there are fewer gannets than there are mid-summer. You can blow up any image by clicking on it.


A young Northern Gannet in flight. They don't get that white colouring until they're a few years old 


Typical Gannet pose 



I shot this from on board the Molly Baun II, a tourboat out of Mobile, Newfoundland.


Common Murres, with some Thick-billed murres and some puffins thrown in for good measure. Can you imagine the smell? Shot from the Molly Baun at Gull Island in Witless Bay 


A puffin doing his best to take off after gorging himself on capelin. Also from the boat. 





Harlequin Ducks 


immature Spotted Sandpiper (no spots!) 





Parting Shots

We spent the last couple of days on the West coast, in Gros Morne and Stephenville/Port au Port before heading to Port aux Basques and the ferry home. Here are some closing images...


 


 

 

"One of these things doesn't belong here. One of these things isn't the same"!
 

 
I'll probably add another blog post in a while to summarize experiences, add some images and make some more recommendations for your upcoming trip to Newfoundland (you are coming, right?). 

In the meantime, "Long may your big jib draw"!

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