Why is it that books become more attractive with age. If you look at a new book, you see something that is merely functional. Something to read. To entertain or inform.
But a book with some age? It becomes a thing of beauty. The slightly yellowing pages that may curl slightly contain their own beauty apart from what they may contain.
Are people like that? Do we gain a beauty with age?
Maybe we should be like books. Good books get preserved and have the chance to get old. Books with nothing to say are lost.
Maybe that would give us the impetus to be good. Be good so that we can have the chance to get old.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
I was looking at this old photo and it reminded me of Monopoly for some reason. B&O railway and the lesser lines on the board.
Many decades ago, Monopoly was an ever-present game. I confess that I was never super fond of the game but that is perhaps because I was never very good at the game.
I should try playing it again sometime.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 6:06 PM
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Okay, I have lost track. Is this day 14 or day 21 of this mind-numbing insomnia. Who cares, right?
I go to bed and sleep for 30 minutes then wake up with the stupidest thoughts running through my brain. Thoughts about things like "If I am thinking the stupidest thought imaginable, does that make me a stupidist?"
I think about how much extra time I have with this added wakefullness only to realise that it does me no good because my brain is functioning at such a low level that I cannot take advantage of the extra time.
I feel like I am an addict. I am addicted to being awake.
I lay in bed, alone, sleepless, and the only throbbing that is happening in my body is in my brain as it tries to come to a decision concerning the proper time to give up and get the hell out of bed.
My brain has become an old moss-covered fence dividing reality from fantasy, sleep from wakefullness, and it is crumbling and falling. Once it falls completely the mossy fantasy world might overwhelm any crisp reality.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 5:23 AM
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Eyelashes are nearly unnoticed but they sure can make a statement. They can be held in certain positions to be flirty or skeptical. Angry or joyful.
Although they are overshadowed by the eyebrows, eyelashes are the subtle gossamer curtains covering the eyes and are opened to show as much as you wish to show of what is inside your being.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 8:25 PM
Friday, November 24, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
What is the world is the point of a sport where you have an animal run like hell then you chase it mounted on another animal, through a rope around first animal's neck and then, well, get animal number two to make a sudden stop. You then run up and tie the feet of animal number one.
It served a purpose at one time on ranches. But as a sport?
It is, however, damned exciting.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 6:07 PM
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
It is an ugly hat but the feather adds some interest to the photograph. The feather and the ring.
This picture was shot on Kodachrome in June 1978 with my Canon F1.
The problem with scanning photographs is getting the colour just right. This is very very close to what is on the slide.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 2:26 PM
Saturday, November 18, 2006
A crime scene photo taken at at business burglary a couple of years ago. The mighty R.C.M.P. was on the scene investigaing but what are the chances that they would actually make an arrest? Slim.
They need to go through the motions but do they have expectations or are they resigned to the fact that they are going to have another unsolved crime on their hands? It says nothing about their skills but I am certain that they are over-whelmed with crimes of convenience and minor incedences and lack the resources to do actual crime-solving.
They probably won't get their man.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 5:20 PM
Friday, November 17, 2006
I bought a tin of Wild Salmon the other day. This is a big event for me because I have a history with salmon. It makes me . . . well, to keep things clean . . . it makes me ill.
Why did I buy it? A whim. Years have gone by and I thought maybe, just maybe, I have changed. Or salmon has changed.
I was wrong.
We both remain the same.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 6:47 PM
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Do trees feel? Is it too much to think that if we feel pain then dogs do as well. Birds. No. We can accept that but how about krill? Or peonies? Or trees?
The universe seems to be a living organism of which we are all seemingly insignificant parts but maybe the universe feels a twinge of discomfort when one of us feels pain. Maybe the loss of a tree causes just as much discomfort to the universe as the loss of Einstein.
Maybe it is time that we mourn the passing of a worm.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 7:44 PM
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 6:02 PM
Monday, November 13, 2006
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Yeah, I know. You've probably seen a picture very much like this one but I am feeling a little fuzzy in the brain. The world is a little off-kilter and I just can't seem to see it straight. Make it straight. Perceive it it straight.
The world is just plain wobbly.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 8:10 PM
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Have you ever dreamed that you were flying? When I was a kid I dreamed that all the time. I was either in my personal little helicopter or just plain flying like Superman.
I don't seem to have those derams anymore. I guess when you get to be a certain age reality catches up with you and you just cannot lift off.
Maybe the dreams will return when I hit my dotage.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 7:07 PM
Monday, November 06, 2006
This Chilcotin cowboy (he is Chilcotin or(Tsilhqot’in, Tzilkotin) and a cowboy) was so damned proud of his belt buckle.
One thumb pushes it out as he explains that he won it in a National Rodeo Championship. It shows a cowboy roping a steer.
I believe he was from the Tl'etinqox band.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 5:58 PM
Sunday, November 05, 2006
A cowboy sits atop an animal that quivers with tension. A few seconds that will seem like an eternity. The bull will not want to keep his rider.
The cowboy's face is etched with tension. One final adjustment to his hat and then . . .
. . . the countdown begins. Seven seconds. He knows that it could be his last ride. Forever.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 9:29 PM
Saturday, November 04, 2006
What is it about outdoor music? It seems to be so much closer. More intimate. If you are in a concert setting in a hall or theatre, the music may be as good but it loses the intimacy that is possible out beneath a sunny sky. Even a rainy sky.
It all seemst o be so much closer in feeling even if it is not in not distance.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 11:26 PM
Friday, November 03, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
This is Quesnel Lake which is one of British Columbia's deepest lakes. It is actually a fjord lake which is a lake formed by a glacier cutting into a valley bottom. At a depth of 530 metres (1739 feet), Quesnel Lake is the deepest fjord lake in the world.
It is also very beautiful.
And very very cold.
Posted by Michael Rawluk at 6:57 PM
- I got my first camera, a Canon Ft QL, in 1974. It was supplemented by a Canon F1 in 1976 so that I could have a camera for black and white and one for colour. I still have those beauties but now they have eased into retirement. They relax on my shelf beside many other old beauties.Now I use a Canon 5D MK II. How convenient to use one camera for both colour and black and white.