Monday, October 11, 2010

Who needs a sail?

Monday, September 20, 2010

Okay, phew, sailing's done for another season...

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

I'm going to see whether this works to keep me out. Will let you know.

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Spinnaker shots! It was important that someone stay ashore, on the solid, unmoving beach, to snap the photos...
A carpenter and a bricklayer race in a homemade puckboard lark. (Puckboard is the hard plastic with which hockey arenas are lined.) The carpenter says to the bricklayer, "Just tell her we came in fifth."
But for first-time racers they did well. No rule infringements, no puckboard fragments floating in the bay. No tradesmen floating in the bay.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The first cosmos of the pond garden has bloomed, and that's the birth flower of someone I could maybe lure home for a visit. Maybe if I put a kitten beside the cosmos. The kitten won't stay. Pick up the kitten and hang it from my hand, purring, beside the cosmos. Can't get the shot right. Conscript dad to hold two purring kittens. There we go.

Monday, July 12, 2010

If I post some cloud pictures first, yes right there, and some wheat, the kitten pictures should effectively make a subliminal impact.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

This is not a food blog, but into every life comes a hot milk sponge cake. No one in this house likes shortcake - it's just a biscuit - and one person in the house, the tallest one, likes those store-bought sponge things made from corn syrup and cellophane. I promised to make a real sponge if he brought home strawberries. Here it is. It's from an internet recipe, only I opted against the obsessive sifting at every step. Really, in this day and age there are whisks. Use one to mix the dry ingredients and you're fine.
I knew you'd want to see it, this nice cake.
The sad thing is that this got flooded with milk in his bowl the same as if it was a nasty chemical cake. The good thing is that this looks like breakfast.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

So I post only pretty things or things I find interesting. But I live in SW Ontario, where not everything is pretty or interesting. It is only by ignoring a great deal of the surroundings that I get nice-ish pictures. I suppose that is the same everywhere. Would you like to compare? This is the village in which we had a little job to do on Saturday. I was not trying to make this village look bad. Of course, I could have made it look fine by focusing on flower petals or, well, not cornices or anything because there weren't any. Not rain barrels. I stood in one spot nearly, moved a bit, and snapped what I was seeing. Horses! Those are pretty. But they have giant satellite dishes beside them and no thought went into that fence. And so on. Are you in a more depressing place than this? Really sorry if so. I'll cheery up the next post.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Still in spring cleaning mode and found this. It's circa 1974. I appear to be the only one not taking seriously the flood conditions in which we are canoeing.

Monday, April 26, 2010

I'm just not capturing clouds the way I want with this little digital camera. I mess with the midtones in the editing so that you see what I saw before I snapped the photo, but it still doesn't work out. See, this was a series of what looked like innocuous funnel clouds -- slow-moving, non-destructive, lighthearted tornadoes pirouetting from the wheat field to Rick's pasture. Just doesn't come across, does it. A little?

Saturday, April 03, 2010

Canoeing on Good Friday, we (the patient sternsman pictured and I) passed, then stopped to take a look at, this cow skeleton on the riverbank, surprisingly cohesive after storms, floods, scavengers. We (I) took photos that day of many living things, mostly turtles and ducks, but we (I) liked these photos best, less for the dead cow in them and more for the utter stillness of the place.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Once a turtle counter, always a...
Took a photo this week while walking to Florence, and then couldn't help but sneak up on my unsuspecting subject, paparazzi-style, to get another shot.
Then, camera already out, I took a photo of a tree (that I deemed not interesting enough even for blogdom) and a gate (mostly for the sunpath around it, not the gate itself) on the way back.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Lord willin' and the creek don't rise.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Just got called, by my husband, a temptress, for sending him a text message. And he's right. If you're not too squeamish, here's what I said:

Let's ditch work and go canoeing.

Oh, it is so beautiful here today. Something like 16 C and sunny. You can smell spring. There are lines of trumpeter swans in the sky. But I'm trapped behind this computer and he's trapped in a bathroom renovation. Probably had to dig himself out from under the crawlspace to answer the ring.
(Pussywillows, magnolia buds, nearly melted snow.)

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Oh no, oh no, oh no! It's written in the stars! (On a fortune cookie insert - same thing.) But this was Harry's fortune; mine was some advice about happiness or whatever. I suppose they mesh: the fact that the waters are warm is a comfort.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Won a turtle-counting award yesterday. Yes, sir. It's three of us sharing the big wooden plaque. (We three think we, Jan, Janice, and I, were chosen for our spokesmodel qualities. Why else would Donald, Paul, Cam, Nancy, Harry and Hugh have been left out? Not cute enough, maybe.)
Why is this on a sailing blog? Because I was reminded, during yesterday's powerpoint presentation, of how much I like being on the water. You have to be on water to count turtles, at least the kinds of turtles the Conservation Authority cares about, and I like being on water. Calm or just slightly ripply river water. In a canoe. The paddler is in charge of the canoe. No matter what a skipper says, it is the wind that is in charge of a sailboat.
From what I've seen.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Splicing is fairly fun. It's a little like weaving rugs, maybe more like macramé. It requires cool tools and patience. Since I weave, spin, braid rugs, knit, I am a big fan of activities that require cool tools and patience. I bought Harry a red rigging knife/awl for St. Valentine's Day, and it's a little (okay, a lot) like when he bought a router on my birthday. I may end up borrowing it, especially if my new dream comes true. New dream: that Harry indeed sails among the BVIs and I stay ashore one of them, who cares which?, and pick up rope-splicing jobs. It could work...

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Big talk around the kitchen table last night about sailing among the British Virgin Islands. Maybe, they think, it will be an all-guy trip. My services as nauseated and frightened galley cook will not be required in that case. Those who want to sail get to sail, and those who want to stay clear of pirates and storms get to stay clear of...
This is promising.

Thursday, February 04, 2010

Stars align...
1) Yesterday, I decided once and for all this blog should be about sailing.
2) Yesterday, I directed Anna to the blog in a pathetic bid for readers. Anna was surprised to see that I began it in 2002. That's before blogging was cool, right? Just a minute, though - is blogging cool? I guess it is okay if you comment, but I'm afraid of what you are going to say. I should add that the number of posts per year must be some sort of bottom-of-the-barrel record. That's something.
3) Yesterday, I promised to donate my monstrous old metal filing cabinet to the local Cultural Coalition. You think this is unrelated, but wait. That involved cleaning it out. It would be nice to simply dump it all into a sack and make a burnt offering to the gods of accumulation, but I suspect there may be land deeds in it and, what's this?, yes, an important 1968 Sunday School diploma. I could take it to church meetings to add authenticity to myself when foisting crackpot ideas on our unimpressed vestry. But I digress. In the sifting, I found this photo.
It is of my sailor brother and said Anna in 2002, and was taken just after the sailing adventure of which I wrote at the time. Look at how they survived unscathed. Smiling. Unafraid.
Maybe sailing isn't so bad.