Friday, December 3, 2010


Call any vegetable Call it by name
Call one today When you get off the train
Call any vegetable And the chances are good
Aw, The vegetable will respond to you

(Some people don't go for prunes...I
don't know, I've always found that if they...)
Call any vegetable Pick up your phone
Think of a vegetable Lonely at home
Call any vegetable And the chances are good
That a vegetable will respond to you

Rutabaga, Rutabaga,
Rutabaga, Rutabaga,
Rutabay-y-y-y...

(A prune isn't really a vegetable...
CABBAGE is a vegetable...)

No one will know
If you don't want to let them know
No one will know
'Less it's you that might tell them so
Call and they'll come to you
Covered with dew
Vegetables dream, Of responding to you

Standing there shiny and proud by your side
Holding your hand while the neighbors decide
Why is a vegetable something to hide?

Friday, November 19, 2010


Linda Marshall had a strong influence on me for a short time while I was at school. What a mind. I was directed to insure that I did coursework with her by a mentor. Of course my mentor was correct.

Monday, November 15, 2010

The light was exquisite and the air was still and cold when we began our short trek.


'The wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with frost.'       Bob Dylan

Gawd does not live here anymore.

There is a substantial Mennonite community near Elora.

We pondered on how the graffitti was applied.  The grade in front of the pillar is nearly a straight vertical. If the work was done in the dark it would become even more of a challenge.


We were out in Elora soon after sun rise. I understand why it is a favourite walkabout for my friend Alan. There is really no time of year when the familiar sights and sounds do not offer a great deal to the visitor.
Stopping at the Refuge for a coffee or cuppa midway through the walk is just about perfect. The comfort and laughter of the villagers in the background warms a body as much as any hot beverage.

Friday, November 12, 2010

So strange.
For 364 days out of the year the cenotaph is the cenotaph. 

The young pay it little heed. The remainder of us 
walk by occasionally raising our eyes.

On the 365th day, however, an extraordinary change takes place, 

an inexplicable energy rises and softly envelops the corner. 
If you stand still for several seconds in front of the wreaths, 
before the carved and cast figures gazing skyward, you feel it. 
You feel the energy drawing you up towards the heavens.

In some small way your head spins and you grow dizzy as you 

sense the pain, the loss, the fading memories in the shadows of the mind.

Finally, you move along self-consciously  when someone slips 

in behind you to  remember a fallen comrade.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

 
The Partisan

         Corpus Domini nostri Jesu     
          Christi custodiat animam meam      
                        in vitam aeternam.  Amen.            
Quid retribuam Domino pro
omnibus quae retribuit mihi?
Calicem salutaris accipiam,
et nomen Domini invocabo
Dominum, et ab inimicis meis
salvus ero.







 For the modest fee of $5 which can forwarded by prior arrangement, the 
reader will be made privy to the translation of the Latin words used above. 
The fee will be doubled to $10 for Catholics who may be looking in.

Friday, October 22, 2010


When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
this I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.
I have changed my name so often,
I've lost my wife and children
but I have many friends,
and some of them are with me.

An old woman gave us shelter,
kept us hidden in the garret,
then the soldiers came;
she died without a whisper.

There were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
but I must go on;
the frontiers are my prison.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows.

Les Allemands e'taient chez moi, 
ils me dirent, "Signe toi," 
mais je n'ai pas peur; 
j'ai repris mon arme.

J'ai change' cent fois de nom, 
j'ai perdu femme et enfants 
mais j'ai tant d'amis; 
j'ai la France entie`re. 

Un vieil homme dans un grenier
pour la nuit nous a cache', 
les Allemands l'ont pris; 
il est mort sans surprise. 

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows.

Leonard Cohen - The Partisan

Sooner or later, one way or another, we are all partisans in the 21st century.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Wednesday, October 6, 2010



In dreams I walk with you
In dreams I talk to you
In dreams you're mine all the time
We're together in dreams, in dreams


Saturday, September 25, 2010







We all went up to Stone Road Mall this morning to make images of 'exotic cars.' Exotic? I suppose so, though the socialist in me views them somewhat more as 'conspicuous.' Funny how a catch-phrase such as 'conspicuous consumption,' so popular in the early 90s of the last century should have lost currency the way it seems to have done in the past decade. There was a time when these cars were regarded quite simply as the very apex of conspicuous consumption. This was when the concept of consumption was still regarded with some nominal degree of sanity.

Let's not go crazy with heady discussion of concepts here, BUT, if we accept the hypothesis that cinema, in whatever form it is being consumed, is the current and most accurate reflection of where North American society is at, we can draw all sorts of conclusions. Case in point: I saw a promo on TV the other day for the new Michael Douglas film. This is the ongoing saga (it would seem) of one Gordon Gecko. 

I don't pay attention to ads very often. Truly. There are times, however, when it is difficult to ignore whatever steaming pile of crap is being served up. In this instance the promoters had very carefully set off the key phrase from the original flick, the words which were meant to make it simple for all of us to 'grok' the film and its ideas before we ever get near the product itself. IMO this is most often done nowadays (tying the current offering to its far greater precedent) when a picture is weak and the boys upstairs wish to get the maximum number of butts into expensive cinema seats before the picture tanks and goes to cheap mass consumption.

Gordon  notes that 20 years ago greed was good, now it's legal. We all remeber 'Wall Street' don't we? Gecko was a really slimy villain who would do just about anything to turn a decent buck. He has just emerged from jail, doing the time for the his crime, of course. 

Gordon was terribly greedy, even in the slothfully coke-ridden, hopelessly meaningless 80s paradigm. Bad Gordon! No small irony I suppose, not even having seen the picture, that what Gordon did his time for in the 80s has become the cornerstone of a shaky foundation in 21st-century society in America. Thanks Dubya . . . .

I have no idea why I have attempted to make that correlation with my images of 'exotic cars' taken earlier today but there you go.

Honestly? I could care less if only one edition of each car was ever constructed so long as I had the opportunity to go and look at that car and take pictures of it. I know less than nothing about the nuts and bolts of any automobiles, never mind the high performance expensive models like these. I adore them because they are beautiful. For me the cars are works of art. Sculpture.  Small symphonies in form, light, and texture. Someone had to get seriously creative in the first place to put up a design for each of these creations.

Now . . . when some wealthy moron (oohh Dave, lighten up!) wants to pay 1/4 million dollars for any inanimate thing, a car in this instance, to reassure him/her self that they are indeed wealthy enough to do so, who am I to pass judgement.           *smile*

P.S. I have specifically avoided sax and violins in our wee diatribe. Things could have grown messy in a big hurry trying to sort allof that layer out. I have barely, barely scratched the surface of that which I have chosen to write about.

Sure are pretty cars, ain't they?

Thursday, September 23, 2010


I have been wanting to get back and do something different
with one or two of the images from Ribfest, especially the 
shots of Tokyo Giants. Here is one treatment of a favourite 
shot, actually it was one of a trio of shots but I like this one best.

My blogware provider has changed a bunch of functions so I will have to 
adapt to  slightly different font sizes and colours, amongst one or two other 
new eatures that the viewer should not notice. I hate it when they do that!

Saturday, September 18, 2010






Short series on an old Ford that pulled in to the parking lot
in front of my office at Bullfrog Mall yesterday afternoon.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

At the other end of my walk, 'The Vales of Guelph.'
Yes, yes! Little pink houses . . .



And the road goes on forever . . .


Monday, September 13, 2010

Went for a long walk out past Victoria Rd. yesterday afternoon. I found the usual neat stuff like this graffitti on the side of the old trailer. I found a much less interesting site at the other end of my walk. More to come.

Sunday, September 5, 2010



I often walk across Palmer St. on my way downtown. The gardens are great from spring till autumn.
Today I came across the tallest sunflower I've seen this summer. This one has not even flowered yet, so it will be taller still before the weight of its flower causes the whole to stoop.

Short of being rude, door-knocking, and dragging some poor soul away from their holiday activities I could think of no decent way to convey the height of this beautiful creature. As is plain, even when photographed from my feet the sunflower towers at least two heads over me.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Stacy Lee - Jeff Tanner Band




Jeff Tanner Band at RibFest

Wednesday, September 1, 2010



Tokyo Giants at RibFest

Tuesday, August 31, 2010


Eternal Light
There Is No Time



Music: Lux Aeterna - Gyorgi Ligeti

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Tokyo Giants
Soul, R&B, and a little jump swing.
'Twas good to hear those old 60s soul rhythms.

This group had a 5-piece horn line. 5 horns!!



Jeff Tanner
Went along to RipoffRest on Saturday. My intent was to photograph the car show, but the show had moved on. By the time I arrive at 3:30 there was no one left in the park, really. No problemo. I spent a couple of hours shooting bands which I still love to do, especially if the bands are good. I'll cycle a bunch of shots through over the next few days. Great music. It was stay-in-the-shade hot. It seems to be that way every year for at least one afternoon.

Monday, August 9, 2010



Rehearsal Space

I am trying something new. Many of you know that I have
been attempting to marry soundtracks to my still images. Fun
stuff but the project is abandoned for now because any of the
good software needed and available to manage that sort of work
seems to have a price tag attached.


I acquired a very small, very cheap Chinese camcorder from an ebay seller
last week. I will, therefore be publishing these experimental videos
from time to time. I am also going to break with my current habits and
try naming these little pieces as you can see above,

Music by Mimi Majick
http://www.archive.org/details/ird063

Thursday, August 5, 2010

It was my afternoon for vintage wheels.

I saw the Schwinn bicycle in front of Zellers. I know some corporation or another released a line of bikes a decade or so ago to capitalise on the then burgeoning retro movement in cycling. There were balloon tire Schwinns around then, still are I believe. This one might be an original though. I think someone must have dug it out of Grandpa's garage or the old barn. I certainly remember Scwhinn coaster bikes looking very much like this model, right down to the rubber pedals and the little piece of almost art-deco sculpture running back off the front stem beneath the cross bar. The colour is right as well.

There is an interesting piece of trivia regarding these old critters. Those of you who are unaware might be mildly surprised to learn that the roots of mountain biking lie in the Schwinn and like machines. I no longer remember the specifics which is a pity, but Gary ?Davis?
and his buddies (Davis who went on to become the first major star and dealer of name mountain bikes), invented a gonzo form of racing wherein they took old coaster bikes, stripped everything unnecessary away, including the brakes perhaps, and rode them very quickly down the side of a famous mountain hill somewhere in California.

The Norton? Whew. This was the height of serious, hot, hot motorcycling when I was a teenager. Sure there were a couple of Ducatis and other exotics around that might have gone faster off the line and made out like bandits in their class on the European Pro circuit. A young friend of mine rode one for a short time. Truthfully it was fussier than an MGB in a spring rainstorm. His mom was relieved when Mitch sold the Ducati. It had serious potential to kill its rider/s because of that instant speed off the line and the top end it could achieve down the road.

The Nortons, especially the Commando, were something a serious rider could aspire to buy and ride; many people did. There were at least 3 around briefly at different times in my subdivision, along with the BSAs and Triumphs that most everyone else bought and rode. Several friends rode BSA 500s, one guy a few blocks over ran a Triumph, but no one I knew well had a Norton.


I have exposures of this bike that are closer to correct. I just couldn't resist fooling around a bit with these two.

Right. There were no Japanese motorbikes when all of this was taking place. The Honda 50 (?55?) scooter would make its appearance in my mid- to late-teens, then the first of the Honda and Suzuki road bikes appeared. My good friend Neil and his now wife of many years, Sue, went 'cross country on a 250 cc Suzuki (it was the 250 was it not, Neil?). Don't go getting all 2-stroke and 4-stroke on me buddy, I never could remember which was which, I just like/d the pretty ones, same as automobiles.
Nowadays I look back and think you would have to really want to travel long distance to do it on a machine that small.

It would be a few more years before these new names blew the Brit bikes out of the game, a few more years before Neil and Sue took their little show on the road. Early on there was no competition in the consumer market, especially in North America.