Showing posts with label surgery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surgery. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

A Bird in a Herd

Did you know herons nest in bunches?



This is called a "rookery" or perhaps more descriptively, a "heronry". When you see them airborne, they are either sleek and jet-like or when their landing gear is down, prehistoric and awkward. The iconic heron stands by the water in a Zen-like state until suddenly it strikes. This stillness is echoed as they stand guarding their nests.


Did you know that a group of herons is called a "Siege of Herons"? I bet you didn't!

They inspire me to write in rhyme. Like Dr. Seuss...




Are these some herons in a tree?
Yes they are as you can see.
Babies two and mom makes three,
The scene is very clear to me.
Daddy's coming, we really wish,
We hope that he will bring a fish.
Bring us lunch, please do, please do:
Daddy heron where are you?



Now look! Now look! Look now, you three.
Daddy's coming home, I see.
Has he got a big fat fish?
On a plate or in a dish?
Oh no, Oh no that cannot be.
Daddy's got no food for me.
Is it hiding in his foot?
Where's he carrying the loot?
In his neck or in his mouth?
No I think it's further south
I know, I know wait patiently!
It's in his tummy, don't you see?


But I can be serious too. In the style of a Japanese Haiku...



Aloft on giant wings 
Feathers cloak ungainly bones

From another world



Ramblings...

In the clinical note on my latest visit with the oncologist, he said, "...is a pleasant, 69-year old gentleman...". Guess he doesn't really know me — one out of three ain't bad! Looks like you're stuck with me for a while longer, surgery was successful as anticipated, I still have my cancer but it's being managed.

I've developed these really weird sleep habits, I think since my surgery. I used to go to bed late, sleep from, say, 1 am to 6 am, like a log to which the undisturbed sheets and bedding attest. 5 or 6 hours, that was all I needed.

Now: I have dinner, then afterward, no matter what I'm doing, watching TV or at the computer... no matter if it's interesting or not, I fall asleep without warning. I'll close my eyes during a commercial and BANG, it's 1:30 am and I've been asleep for 3 hours. Now I force myself to go to bed (after putting away the milk I took out or sticking the dirty dishes in the sink to soak) and of course it's hard to get to sleep.

Next thing I know, it's 4:00am and I'M UP. I go to the bathroom and read for a while and try to go back to sleep. If I succeed, it's 8:30 or 9am when I wake up. Usually I can't.

My friends tell me, "welcome to the club". No sympathy. I get no sympathy. I'm reminded of a line Bob Newhart said on the Big Bang Theory one time: "I get up, go to the bathroom, then wander around the house for a couple of hours".

So I decided not to feel concerned about it. If I'm up at 4, so be it. I'll catch up tomorrow. Carden Plain is 45 minutes away. Algonquin Park is an hour. Why not greet the sun as it rises and take advantage of that golden hour? Or the birds as they greet the new day? Or if it's ugly out, catch up with all the goings-on on the computer and try to do some of the stuff I never seem to get to anyway.

We'll see how that goes. But right now, I need to take a nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...



Carden Plain birds

So I changed into my camo's, left the house around 5:30, drove to Carden Plain, and started up Wylie Road around 6:15. Quiet. I wonder why? Still, I heard birds and stopped to look and listen. The woo-woo-woo of a Wilson's Snipe. There he was, standing guard on a fencepost. He was on the east side so the sun backlit him, a challenging shot. Suddenly he puffed himself up, just like we do when we get out of bed and stretch! A Wilson's Snipe Puffball!



This shot is not cropped at all. Here it is in its 36 Megapixel glory! I was surprised he let me get this close but I was wearing full camouflage, so maybe that helped.  

Across the road and down a ways was a Savannah Sparrow. He just stood there, not singing, but hey...



This one IS cropped. I couldn't get that close. 

It's 7am and a black SUV pulls up. Dan Busby, of all people! We chatted for a bit, I mentioned that someone said they had seen an upland Sandpiper a couple of days ago. But he said he was on a mission, to get a Sedge Wren. I asked if he minded if I tagged along, which he didn't.

I learned a lot. We stood there, listening. Dan said, "there's a sedge wren in those cattails and another across the road. I hear [list of birds I can't remember]". I swear, I heard nothing. It was quiet. Eventually I heard them and I was amazed how Dan could identify what was around us. He knew the habits of the birds, where they might be found, what they would do. And sure enough...






I think I like the second image best. More dynamic.




Borden Airshow June 11th

To preface this, the Snowbirds used my photo of a Harvard trainer taken a couple of years ago, in their 2016 brochure. I was honoured that they chose it, they put my signature on the tail of the plane (in the brochure!) and I had some correspondence with Capt. "Match" Hatta who designed the brochure. Match flies Snowbird 3 and has outstanding credentials with over 2000 hours in the CF-18 Hornet. He arranged for me to get a special pass to access the VIP section at the Base Borden airshow.




Here's the picture they used 

Actually the access pass I got let me into the "Special Guest" area which was less than ideal because there were some vehicles parked in front of it, obstructing the view. Ron and the rest of the RHCC group had a better view from the bleachers! However I talked my way into the actual VIP area which was dead "centre stage" so I think I had the best vantage point possible. I also got to hobnob with some interesting people, including the RSM of the MP's at Base Borden and his wife! He thought my camera/lens was quite heavy: not as much as a loaded C7, sir!

The flying didn't start until 1:00 so we looked around at the static displays. There was a lot of military hardware around, and every second person was in CADPAT BDU's. I decided that now was the time to resurrect my HDR techniques, to emphasize the textures of military hardware.



In the doorway of a Griffon helicopter. These were actually members of the Air Force 443 squadron (Hornets). I offered to swap my leather hat for one of their caps. No dice!



T-33 trainer in HDR.

CF-116 or what the Americans called an F-5 Freedom Fighter.



Here's another shot of the Freedom Fighter. It was impossible to get spectators to stay away long enough to shoot a picture...
aren't you impressed with my Photoshop skills? 



This is the Tudor trainer that the Snowbirds fly. They allowed spectators to sit in the aircraft but the lineup was really long. 

The airshow started on time and the skies cleared up but a few of the 'acts' were cancelled because of the high winds. That included the paratrooper drop and some of the lighter aerobatic civilian aircraft. I won't bore you with tons of in-flight pictures but here are a couple:



An aerobatic squad of Harvards. These aircraft are meticulously maintained but they're about 60 years old!

This is a DeHavilland DH-100 "Vampire" fighter. This plane was test flown in September, 1943 and was adopted by the Canadian Forces in 1948, the first jet fighter post-war. Google it: the history is fascinating!



Today, Canada flies the CF-18 Hornet. Amazingly, they've been in service since 1980 — that's 35 years! There's discussion about replacing the fleet with the F35. 

Heading virtually straight up! What causes the contrails? The air passing the wingtips (and next to the fuselage) has expanded so much that its temperature has dropped below the dew point (the point at which the air can no longer hold the water as a vapour) and it condenses out. But you knew that... (the Ideal Gas Law. Look it up!)




The Snowbirds closed the show. The precision and skill of this team is awesome. They are considered by many to be the best aerobatics team in the world.

Here are a few of my photos from their routine:



Here's where being dead centre had its advantages! One bird is slightly out of position... unless he's preparing for the next manoeuvre  when the remaining four planes split.



I think this was technically one of the most difficult manoeuvres. It's called the "Echelon in Review" and I wondered how they could do it since none of them could see the other planes. Turns out they could, Match told me, by looking up through their canopies


I took this a couple of seconds later. Virtually perfect symmetry.








Speaking of symmetry, here's the Snowbirds' iconic diamond formation. The sky was perfect for photography!

Video Links
This is a 360° video link that Match sent me. If you're using Chrome, Firefox or the YouTube mobile app, you can pan around and see it from all angles! Ain't technology wonderful? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3Ff4ElAG8A&feature=youtu.be

Here's a normal video that was taken at the St. Louis airshow a few weeks ago. Pretty well the same routine that the Snowbirds flew at Base Borden... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAqZIo62F1U

Enjoy!

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Saturday, April 09, 2016

Well that wasn't a lot of fun.

But here I am back and I'm on the correct side of the grass. I don't want to dwell on the procedures, just some stuff that I think you might find interesting.

The whole experience was sprinkled with uncomfortable moments but really no 'scary' ones. I guess that's because this is the third time I've been through it. I had great confidence in the people working on and supporting me, they all knew exactly what they were doing. I lucked out with the surgeon. The originally scheduled one had some medical problems of his own (hope he's OK...) and his replacement, Dr. Chepeha, turned out to be an internationally famous surgeon who specializes in the more difficult procedures like mine. By the way, he's the nicest guy you want to know: listens, understands, and tells you in plain English what's going on.

The one really bad time was waking up in ICU. Apparently I gave them some exciting moments, tearing out my IV among other things, but those moments disappear into foggy memory. I distinctly remember someone telling me I should be tested for sleep apnea and some time later, someone telling me to ignore what I had heard. Still, I'm not sleeping well yet. Better now that I'm in my own bed.

On the Head and Neck Surgery wing in TGH, I saw people far worse off than I. Once I got into an actual room, my roommate had a trach' tube and couldn't speak. I told him he had been an ideal roommate until they took it out and he could talk again! There were others, '...there but for the grace of God...'

So due to the extensiveness of my surgery, my jaw and neck filled with fluid (it's called edema) making me look like a giant chipmunk. Dr. Chepeha told me that's because of a 3-letter word that starts with "F" and rhymes with "Cat". Yeah... but the good news is that it will likely go down but maybe not completely, and because of it, I've lost 12 pounds as of this morning! Why? Well I can't open my mouth all the way and combined with nerve damage, food has lost a lot of appeal for now. If I'm smart, I'll use this experience to change my eating habits. Just eating slowly, as I have to now, gives your stomach time to say "enough!" so you eat less.


a couple of days after surgery. iPhone selfie.


See the resemblance?
(Graphic found online but I couldn't find whom to attribute it to) 


When they let me out, I stayed with a friend, Alison, in Thornhill. I don't know how to put into words how she went out of her way to make sure I was comfortable and catered to. For about a week longer than anticipated. When I protested, or when my family did, about all the things she did and how she opened her home to us, her response was, "don't take the joy out of it for me". I don't know your middle name, Ali, but it's probably "Giving".

I would be remiss in omitting mention to all the friends (you choose your friends!) and relatives (you don't choose them! LOL) who cared and went out of their way to be there for me. My sister, Barbi and her husband who were constantly there and even took me down to the hospital on 'the day' at 5 am; people who visited me who really have an aversion to hospitals, my kids, and my mom, of course, who at 94 kept insisting on being there. Also Dr. Ron who doesn't know how to take "no" for an answer and who dragged me out when I didn't want to but needed to. Love all you guys. Wish I could mention you all.
Oh yeah: "Did they get it all"? No. But they didn't expect to. Metastatic thyroid cancer is different from most of the other varieties, as Dr. Chepeha said, it's guaranteed to spread and rear its ugly head over and over again, which means ugly and complicated treatments, but it's manageable and probably won't kill me in the end. It is what it is.
So here I am. Back home, writing again, soon to be shooting pictures again, annoying everyone with my blathering and images that mean more to me than you. Hope I can keep doing that for a long time to come.



SPEAKING OF CANCER


On April 16th, I'm participating in the Cops for Cancer event at the Yorkdale Shopping Centre. I've teamed up with my friend Sean Shapiro and will be having my copious curly locks shorn publicly to express my support for cancer research. Not only my support, but YOURS! The whole idea is to raise donations for the Canadian Cancer Society. 


I didn't know what to put down for a goal so I think I set it too low. Don't let that daunt you: please take the opportunity to donate to this critical cause. Here's a link to my personal page on the Cops for Cancer site. Please visit it and make a donation, every dollar counts.


(as I write this, I've reached 86% of my goal. Help me get over the top!)
And yes, I'll post bald pictures after the fact! Come to Yorkdale Shopping Centre, Southwest entrance for Noon on Saturday April 16th and shoot some embarrassing pictures!




Now about Photography

Many of the people I know in this game have done exceedingly well over time, but it especially came together now. I missed all the fun!

The Richmond Hill Camera Club, my 'alma mater', cleaned up this year. Not only did they win the "Glennie" (nothing to do with me!) international competition this year, they won EVERY CATEGORY. Unbelievable. 

Next was the GTCCC 2016 Inter-Club challenge. Here's a summary of the results:

Prints: First place, Richmond Hill Camera Club.
Digital Pictorial: First place, Richmond Hill Camera Club.
Natural Things: First place, Richmond Hill Camera Club.
Nature: First place, Richmond Hill Camera Club.
Stu Freedman Trophy for best camera club in the GTCCC: Richmond Hill Camera Club.
In case you're wondering, I didn't skip any categories. RHCC swept the whole thing.
As a side note, Stu Freedman died in September and a moving tribute to him was presented at the awards ceremony by Ron Goodlin. Stu essentially founded GTCCC and mentored many photographers through his 75-odd years in photography (I knew Stu and in fact was related to him through marriage, but because I grew up in Montreal not Toronto, I didn't have the pleasure of being taught by him).

But that's not all, folks. Dr. Ron Goodlin took the honours as "Photographer of the Year" in the GTCCC, beating out fellow RHCC member Rob Kline by one single point!

Ron will be up here in Haliburton in May, to talk to us about wildlife photography – make it a point to come up if you can.



Haliburton Highlands Camera Club

I'm no longer the President of the club: now I'm the "Past President". I stepped down to allow other people to leave their fingerprints on the club (and do the work!). I'll still be active, but I'll get to pick and choose the projects in which I participate.

Competitions have always been near and dear to my heart. I believe that they represent the strongest tool for improvement because they take you out of your comfort zone and open your eyes to imperfections in your work, so you can strive to improve them. That's not to say that I want to stick my nose into the operation of the process, just that I want to change the mindset of the club members, to get them to participate more.

It will be tough to beat the RHCC powerhouse in open competition. But there are some strengths up here, especially in the Nature classifications and we should give them a run for their money!



The GALES go marching on!

At this writing, there are only half-a-dozen slots open for the Gales of November workshops. It's the best opportunity some of us will have to spend time in a premier photography location, sharing experiences with top photographers, without spending thousands of dollars. Book now to reserve your space. Here's the link to the dedicated web page where you can check out the details!



Parting Shot

Have you ever known me to post a blog without a photo for you to look at? 

While I was recuperating, my camera was too. I took it in to Sun Camera Service for a cleaning and a tuneup, all ready for the season to come. I highly recommend them, by the way: pricing is reasonable, quality of work is awesome and their customer service and turnaround time beats the manufacturers' sites hands-down. If you're no longer in warranty, why send your equipment in to Nikon or Canon, when you can get a better job in half the time and for a lower price? Here's the link. Tell Nick I sent you.



Here's the story. While sitting on the couch in Alison's living room at 6am one day, unable to sleep, I saw the staircase in the hall, illuminated by light from the skylight up above. I took a couple of shots with my trusty iPhone and then did some work on this one in Photoshop.

One key thing I did was to use Perspective Cropping to square it up. Then retouch some small stuff, tweak the colours, apply Topaz Impression and Texture Effects and there you have it. I envision the same shot with a dancer, perhaps in ballet gear or maybe a brightly coloured skirt, coming down from top right. I may try to add that in at another time.

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Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Odds & Ends

...just rambling...

I'm sitting here today just catching up and organizing things. I'm going to be out of circulation for a few weeks for a medical procedure so there's a lot of small stuff to take care of.
I'm a cancer survivor. I had a couple of previous surgeries to remove my thyroid and many affected lymph nodes to which it had spread. I'm having some more surgery next week to remove some malignant nodes in my neck that have returned. They can't get it all but I've lived with it for 12 years, so no reason to think I can't continue to do so. According to the docs, although it's not a minor procedure, I'll be out of hospital in a couple of days and should recuperate quite quickly. 
Yesterday I had the pre-admission appointments at Toronto General prior to the surgery. I wanted to share what an interesting experience it was. For those who have gone through this, usually you go 'here' for paperwork, then 'there' for bloodwork, then 'there' for an EKG, then to the anaesthesiologist's office for a consult, etc. This time they put me in a little exam room and all of the necessary people came to see me instead, one after another! It certainly was much more user-friendly and they had their act together: I didn't have to wait more than a couple of minutes between appointments!
And of course this digital world we live in is conducive to virtually instantaneous sharing of information, so everyone had access to all of my history (what year did you say you had that gall bladder surgery? Our records show it was in 1973...) This could be a good or bad thing, depending how you look at it. Now Princess Margaret Hospital has given me direct online access to both my upcoming schedule of appointments and also to test results. So instead of having to wait two weeks, then trek all the way downtown to sit with the oncologist to find out the results of a CT scan or MRI, I was able to see the actual radiologist's report online about two days after the test. That waiting was always the worst part (of course if they found something bad, I would imagine they would phone me).
So last night, I got email notification that there were new results available and I was actually able to see the results of my CBC blood tests, just like the doctors do:




A screen grab of just a small portion of the test results. FWIW, everything they checked was in the Normal range.  Well, except for one thing, but they didn't give me a hard time about it. I'm just a wee bit short for my weight. In fact, my BMI is off the end of their chart. Have to do something about that when this is over.
By the way, I had the test just before 2 pm. When I got home just before 8, the results were already there.
So I should be back blogging in a week or two, but I won't have taken too many new pictures. In fact, I've decided to send my camera and some selected lenses in for inspection, cleaning and service while I'm in. I'll let you know how that turns out when I get back!




SPEAKING OF CANCER

On April 16th, I'm participating in the Cops for Cancer event at the Yorkdale Shopping Centre. I've teamed up with my friend Sean Shapiro and will be having my copious curly locks shorn publicly to express my support for cancer research. Not only my support, but YOURS! The whole idea is to raise donations for the Canadian Cancer Society. 

I didn't know what to put down for a goal so I think I set it too low. Don't let that daunt you: please take the opportunity to donate to this critical cause. Here's a link to my personal page on the Cops for Cancer site. Please visit it and make a donation, every dollar counts.

And yes, I'll post bald pictures after the fact!




It's  been an easy winter and although we shouldn't count our chickens (you KNOW there's going to be more of it before real spring sets in), it's +11°C out there today and although there's still snow on the ground and ice on the lake, it'll be gone soon. I'm not taking the chains and plow off the ATV yet, though!

I only had one day of dripping water in my entry (did the roof last year. Can't figure out where it's still coming from!) and although the sump pump line froze up again I have it under control (Note to self: you really have to address that this summer!). Everywhere you walk is muddy right now, it's not my favourite time of year.




I'm stepping down as president of the Haliburton Highlands Camera Club next week, just because I think that other people should guide it now. When the club was founded two years ago, we assembled a talented and selfless team of people to run the operations and judging by the enthusiasm and activity of the membership, they've done a great job. Some of us are stepping back and some new people are coming in. It's good to see. I'm sure that the goals of the club – a friendly learning and sharing environment – will be well catered to.

The growing skill and artistic vision of the club members is portrayed in a rotating slide show on the website greeting page: (link) take a minute to view it, you'll enjoy it. It's gratifying, when I wear my teaching hat!
By the way, watch this space for an announcement of what we're planning as a show and sale of some fine images from the club members, as well as a lecture by a renowned wildlife photographer. Tentatively scheduled for May 2016


Speaking of artistic endeavours, I'm gaining a little more confidence in my painting. For the first time, I tried painting something other than rocks and trees, and it didn't come out too bad!



This is a portrait of a Pine Marten based on a photo taken in Algonquin Park a few months ago. It needs a bit more work and more back story but it tells me that maybe I can draw, just a little bit, so I'm looking forward to trying more things. Right now it's about learning techniques that I can call upon when I need them. 

And yes, that's what a Pine Marten actually looks like! Someone on the Algonquin group in Facebook gave me a compliment: "hey, I know that animal! He's the one at Mew Lake"! Think I should try people now?

I wish I had started painting 20 years ago. It's a bit of a late start at my age.




Gales of November

Lots of chatter, lots of interest, still waiting for people to book the second weekend! It's possible the October 27-31 weekend will be geared more to intermediate shooters... but that depends on who books.

The booking page was down for a while but it's back up. For more information on this awesome workshop opportunity, go to www.photography.to/gales.




OOh, a secret!

I'm not allowed to say who, yet. One of my pictures has been selected for a very prestigious organization's promotional brochure. Although I won't get paid for it (yeah, what else is new? LOL), I will get VIP access to one or more of their events. I can't say more until they give me the go-ahead, so watch this space!




Dog Sled Derby

The Haliburton dog sled derby was last weekend. I was out both days and, as a camera club colleague said, "I near to wore out my delete button" when editing my pictures! I shot about 500... and while there were a large number of technically acceptable images, they all tended to look alike and were consistently boring! More and more, I feel the need to tell a story in my pictures.




I think this shot does that. If you want a picture of dog sledding to put in the dictionary, this would do it! I spent some time working on the background to make sure the trail was there to show where they came from and I softened some of the detail to give it a more painterly look. I'm being critical, I know. Now I'm wondering if I would have the skill to paint this! 

However of all the pictures I took that weekend, here's my favourite:



A variety of 'cute' captions come to mind: "Let Me Out!", or "The Evil Eye" but none of them tell the truth.

I did three versions of this shot. The most dramatic was this one:




...which I like but it's only about the 'evil eye'. The wider picture above tell the story better. By the way, if you're feeling bad for the dog, don't. First of all, dogs love their 'crates', it's where they want to be to feel safe and secure. And people who feel concern for sled dogs don't understand: do you think an Olympic marathon runner needs your pity when s/he is exhausted nearing the end of a race? Same thing.

I said three versions. The third one, a crop between these two, was preferred by the majority of my Facebook readers and I get why. I prefer the story of the top one. But here's the third one, with a 'story' added:



Be afraid. 




Some wildlife pictures to close out the blog this week.




I've seen, and even taken, better bald eagle pictures. Especially at the Canadian Raptor Centre. But this is in the wild (well, sort of: it's overlooking the Scotch Line Landfill, just north of Minden). Again, it's that story telling side of me that makes me like this one better. The bird is dead centre, I know. He's small in the picture. The lines are static and horizontal. But this says to me that an eagle stands proudly alone and is the monarch of everything s/he can see. 



About a minute later. Going out for lunch! 



Ruffed Grouse. On the way home from the dogsled races. The lesson is, always have a camera ready, because I only got a few seconds to shoot this guy, from the car window! A few minutes later I came across a wild turkey and a couple of deer, both of which I got shots of but this one is my favourite of the three. 
OK, see you on the flip side, folks!


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