Archive for November, 2015

the drive home from Toronto

on the drive home from Toronto i was struck with the sight of two Gigantic ravens standing on the side of the highway. these guys were big, like Kings and Queens in the community as they were absolutely massive. and they were both looking in the same place. as soon as i saw them i asked myself, behind the wheel of an automobile: what the hell are you guys looking at?
well of course i looked and saw an enormous WOLF standing there!
that creature was huge, NOBLE, well fed, all powerful, a thunder storm, his/her coat was the coat of the high and mighty, something the wealthy would wear; beautiful brown, sandy, salt and pepper, perfect camouflage for the mighty and enormous Ontario woodland.
i was struck by seeing that creature and as soon as i registered what i was looking at, that mighty beast swung her/his head around so we could lock eyes.
i watched that creatures eyes as i drove past, slowing as there was transport ahead of me.
never in my 50 have i seen anything like that!

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me on the Muskoka highway (i stopped to view the stars!) in the middle of the night, on the way to the gig in sweet Roncesvalles village.  it was a beauty and classic November night for a drive to the market.  Miigwetch to all you folks at EHP United!

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Art Bridge Scenes

Here is one of the panels from the Art Bridge activity created over Thanksgiving Weekend, 015.  I remember the days well:  a blaze of sunshine and the open range to myself.  I was alone!  And so created a few of these:

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(That raven is inspired by one of my favourite artists and I want to share some of their work very soon!)

Remembrance Day 2015

“In front of Caen we had with us the Maisonneuves from Montreal and they were a wild bunch.  We were in an area around a little place called Ifs and there was a huge church in this little place with a very tall steeple.  And up in this steeple was a sniper.  She got several of the Frenchmen before they got her.  When they caught her they hooked her up behind a jeep and after towing her around for a few miles there wasn’t much left to see.  She nearly got me one night since our platoon was right there.  This gal would come down to the main part of the church at night and play her game.  As I was going into the platoon she nicked me across the bridge of my nose.  My buddy upstairs must have jarred her elbow.  She drew blood but that was all.

The next night our boys were still in the same position but I was told to find another route in case the church had been shelled and fallen over the road I was using to reach the platoon.  I found another trail in and was almost there when there was a terrific bombardment of 88’s coming my way.  So I hid behind a wall about 3 feet high.  I was there for 2 hours and it was there that I figured out that if I lived till tomorrow I would appreciate every day afterwards.”

From my Dad’s War Stories, near the town of Ifs, south of Caen, France, late June 1944.

Dad and his 27 Chev, back home at the Ranch, Mindemoya, c.1996

Dad and his 27 Chev, back home at the Ranch, Mindemoya, c.1996

Mom and Dad in his 27 Chev, at home at the Ranch, summer of 1996

Mom and Dad in his 27 Chev, at home at the Ranch, summer of 1996

Yes.  I am going to the Remembrance Day service near the town of Mindemoya.

A beauty November morning on the range!

Wow!  We get these stretches of glorious sun and beauty warm climes this late in the season…  man oh man we just have to stop and take a good look around!  This morning, November 5th, was one of those magical times: a blaze of sun and heat, no wind, nothing but birds and the river…

the Manitou at 815 a.m.

the Manitou at 815 a.m.

I had to see it for myself so i took a little stroll up to the waterfalls: whew!  What a scene in every direction.

the pooch in the cedar grove at 830 a.m.

the pooch in the cedar grove at 830 a.m.

It really was one of those moments where you have to stop and do a 360, slowly, and ask:  Where am I?

the open range on November 5th

the open range on November 5th

Well I had the good fortune with this answer:  I am at home.

one of the mares

one of the mares

Yes.  We wrote a song with the band, ages ago it seems, called Place of Peace.  The band mates wrote that in the van on the Yellowhead Highway, east bound, in the middle of the night, coming home from the Northern StoryTelling Festival in Whitehorse.  I remember it coming together as I was behind the wheel, taking us to somewhere outside Brandon for sunrise.  I think of that song every now and again but especially on a morning like this!  Wow.