Saturday, February 21, 2009
I've spent the better part of two days scanning and organizing old photos. One of the projects on my "Everything To Do" list is to digitize my parents photo albums. I am using the Flickr site and have created a group which is accessible to my siblings, their spouses, and my mother. What I like about putting the pictures out there on the web is that it enables each of us to have access to the pictures we want. I am also hoping that they will all add their own comments to the pictures (hint hint). I am particularly hoping that my mother will identify some of the older photos as some of them are of people and places I am unfamiliar with.
I found this picture of my grandfather particularly compelling. For me, it tells the story of an era . . . and a family. When I look at this picture I can smell the dust, the rubber, the fuel, the "barn smell." I can hear the insects, the tractor motor, the swish of a cows' tail. I can feel the warm sun on my skin and the strength of my grandfather's arms.
Anyone recognize the barn?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Several months ago friends of ours loaned us DVD's of a TV show called Due South (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108756/). It's the story of a Royal Canadian Mounted police officer who joins forces with the Chicago PD. I am thoroughly enjoying the series - thank you Mike and Roxi! Anyway, the Mounty (Fraser) has a dog/wolf. I think in the show it's supposed to be a wolf, but anyone can tell it's really a husky - not very wolf-like at all really.
Here is what I find fascinating . . . Copper actually seems to be watching the episodes. When the "wolf" barks, whines or moves on the TV - Copper stands at attention and has even looked behind the TV to see where the other dog went. I've never seen a dog "watch TV." It's really very funny.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
This next picture tells a different story - the story of a family, a farm and a soldier. If you look closely you can see there are red, white and blue ribbons on these trees. A year ago these ribbons were placed on the trees lining this very small country lane in honor of a soldier, Justin Whiting, as he made his final journey past the farm and home of his youth to the tiny country church and the cemetery there.