Part-time prevaricator
Like Vonnegut said, “So it goes.” Poo-too-weet!
We got to the farm last night in the dark, and the skies were clear and starry. So, after visiting for a bit, I took my camera and tripod out in the lane.
We got a call on Thursday evening, late; later than Kathleen’s mom Mary usually calls.
My father-in-law, Ron, died suddenly on Thursday. He’d gone out to clear some broken branches out of the brush, and he didn’t come back in. Mary found him by the tractor.
We spent the weekend out at the farm. On Sunday, I went out in the yard and on the road, and took a few photos, as is my way.
As Kathleen said—and I agree 100%—at least he died doing what he loved: being mad at a tree.
My friend Tim is camping up at Clear Lake this week, so last night after work I headed up for a visit. We had some burgers at the Boardwalk (the Jim Burger, I’m pleased to report, is pretty tasty) and then wandered around the town and beach for a bit. I had my camera and tripod, and was looking for a subject.
Someone, fortuitously, had stacked stones down at the edge of the water.
And on the boat dock, it wasn’t quite sunset yet, but the sun was quite orange as it tried to peek through the clouds.
As we finished up, my phone’s randomizer delivered Corb Lund’s song “Hard on Equipment”, which seemed appropriate, given it reminds my wife of me and reminds me of my dad.
I had my phone playing music throughout the week, and it delivered some gems:
Good times.
Another day, another bunch of garage demolition.
Above: the foreman checks the dumpster’s contents.
Below: some more comparison photos
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And beginning to end.
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There’s still some work to do—mostly cleanup—but we got a lot done in a few days. Huge thanks to Kevin, who lent his expertise, his muscles, and his chainsaw to the removal of the roof.
After, I sat in the yard and took a few more artsy photos.
Above: our foreman, the perpetually-angry Angry Squirrel, who’s losing a safe hiding spot for all the pine cones he’s collected.
Below: before-and-after photos of the roof going down on our garage.
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Smashy smashy!
Tuesday’s action:
I wish I’d noticed that there was some flickering northern lights just as I was packing up for the night; I’d have stayed longer, even though I was tired.
It’s supposed to be clear again tonight, and hopefully the solar wind will strike twice.
As always: if you’re interested in prints of any of these photos, let me know. We’ll see what we can work out.
There’s that word again, Mr. Wolfe. Are you just messing with me now?
(p. 68 in The Wizard, by Gene Wolfe)
But I guess 155mm of rain in a single day—honestly, in about 6 hours—and then another, what, 30mm in about half an hour a couple days later will do that.
Taken on a 20km bike ride on Canada Day.
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The white lines in the image above show roughly where the water should be.
Another weekend, another 25-km ride with my camera. I found lilacs, country roads, and an angel in a graveyard for you.
Want prints? Let me know, we can work something out.
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I shot the lilacs with a polarizing lens, which can add drama to the sky. Which one do you like better? I’m partial to the darker sky, which makes the flowers really stand out.