Reflecting

 

I was going for my walk at the park a few days ago when I bumped into a couple that I have not seen for while, but I know very well. When I first started my business, they contracted me to do a lot of work in their beautiful home. I was there for a long time and got to know them well.

I had some challenges doing some things I had never done before and soon I was over budget. But because I have always protected my reputation that way, I stuck to my original quote and ended up making about $3.00 per hour, small for even those times. They wanted to pay me more, but I insisted and what resulted was a life long customer. I have worked for them many times since and we have become friends.

Back then, Sue (not her real name) was a beautiful young mom with three smart kids and a very successful husband. To that point, theirs was the most expensive house I had ever worked in. After a huge financial setback with some bad investments, they downsized to an older townhouse and have been there since.

It has been 5 years since I worked for them and when I met them they told be that they were considering giving me a call for some re-decorating. We chatted for a while and then I asked how their health was. (That is what we do at my age :)

They both turned somber at that point and then told me that they were just that day waiting for a call from the cancer clinic. Sue was diagnosed with liver and bowel cancer a few weeks ago and now she has this 'challenge' ahead of her. What a great attitude they both had, and I told them that I would be praying for her. They appreciated that very much and told me that they had a large support network.

I continued on my walk, and prayed. And I got to thinking. I looked down at my body, still relatively strong and healthy and gave great thanks, but at the same time realised that at any minute something similar could happen to me. Our bodies are dust, on their voyage to the tomb. It is inevitable. But getting cancer is like having a transmission in an old car, on a long trip, ready to fail. When it does, drastic measures need to be taken and it is costly.
And, the journey may not continue because of it. To get to the end of the trip burning a bit of oil, having a few cracks in the windshield, and having bald tires is one thing. A broken transmission is quit another thing. It is unexpected and usually means the demise of an older vehicle.

 

Cancer is horrendous! It is a bit of a lottery and forces one to make potentially lethal decisions. I hate cancer. I hate what it does to people, even when it does not kill them. I hate the industry that has sprung up around it with all its dishonesty, fear mongering, and misinformation. I hate how the cure is often so much worse than the disease. I hate all the unknowns surrounding it. It is straight from the devil himself and as such, will one day be damned to hell, where it belongs. 

And I pray for Sue.   

Most Popular Western Ever

 

Having read Zane Grey's 'The Last Trail', I thought I would try another western novel and chose this one because it was his best seller and one of the most popular western novels of all time and probably shaped all western books and movies made since its publication.

The plot, story line, and characters are intricate and slowly woven together to make a very satisfying story. That is not to say that there is not fast paced action. There is and as it unfolds, more of the back story is revealed.

I found this book particularly fascinating because I have been on location among the red rock canyons of Utah. And what is Utah without Mormons. They are central to the theme of this story.

 

The basic plot line regards Jane Withersteen, a wealthy Mormon spinster who is promised to a Mormon leader, a man she despises. She is continually torn between her strong Mormon faith and her very independent nature. The two cannot be reconciled if she is to be subservient to a polygamist. She is a generous and kind woman to both Mormons and 'gentiles', and it is the gentiles who come to her rescue when she is forced by her church leaders to relent or be ruined as one of the most wealthy cattle ranchers in the state. 

There are numerous characters in this story who are connected, but this fact is slowly revealed through masterful plot twists.

I lost two days of my vacation immersed in the wild west, full of hidden canyons, cattle rustlers, gun slinging, and horsemanship. Every time I looked up from my book, I was truly surprised to see palm trees instead of red cliffs. 

A rare 5 stars

  

The Last of the Birds

 

As a small boy growing up in Saskatchewan, I spent a lot of time out in the bush among the swamps and Willow thickets a mile or two from our town. The bulrushes there were filled with Red Winged Blackbirds and their call haunts me to this day.

 

There is a large flock of them at Reifel park and their song brought me back to my childhood every time I heard it. I think they are beautiful birds. The red is not easily distinguished unless they are flying or they are trying to intimidate and be aggressive as the one in the above photo.  

 

Were it not for the suet feeder, I would never have been able to get so close to these shy birds.

 

An observation tower in the bird refuge.

 

And then there are the Sand Cranes. These birds are very tame and actually followed us down the trails until they realised we were saving our seeds for some other birds.

 

Bird feathers are fascinating. Click to see large.

 

Crane knees.

 

Their mouths are always muddy from foraging in the swampy ground.

 

And where there is bird seed, there are squirrels.

 

What an experience to be so close to a 'wild' bird.

 

One of my better photos of the day. These Spotted Towhees are not only shy, but they move very quickly and never sit still.

 

I walked behind this Heron for ten yards before he got nervous and flew off.

 

And my favourite, the colourful Wood Duck. God's handiwork is almost over the top and humorous with these birds. The detail is incredible and although these again are very shy birds, a little bird seed brought them to within a few feet of us.

 

Come Spring, I plan to go back and take photos of the thousands of ducklings that will be hatched by then. I can hardly wait! 

Love the Birds

 

Black Capped Chickadee

 

Great Blue Heron

 

Hooded Merganser

 

Mallard ... male

 

Mr. and Mrs. Wood Duck

 

No. 1 son with Pigeon

 

Pin Tail Duck

Hand Feeding

 

I have tried many times over the years to get a good photograph of a Great Blue Heron but I have been hampered by their shyness and the lack of a powerful telephoto lens. At Reifel Bird Sanctuary, the rules change.

 

Not all, but a good number of the birds are permanent residents of this refuge and are used to the many people that come through the park with cameras and bags of bird seed, available at the visitor center.

 

This makes for some really great close-ups and a great experience when the birds feed out of your hand.  

 

Even these Sand Cranes with their rapier like beaks have a gentle touch and very precisely peck at one grain at a time.

 

I suppose that the only downside to doing something like this is getting pooped on. We got lucky and made a clean getaway.

Amazon Adventure

 

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote and published this novel in 1912. It follows a style similar to "Tarzan" and "King Solomon's Mines", two books which I have recently read and reviewed. This story is the inspiration for the "Jurassic Park" movie of more recent fame. I was taken with Doyle's ability to write adventure when in one of his Sherlock Holmes stories he tells the tale of an adventurer in Utah in the mid 1800's. I thought I might like a whole book of this type of writing.  

 

The story follows the exploits of Professor Challenger, a zoologist, and three associates who travel to the Amazon basin in search of an isolated plateau which is reported to contain dinosaurs and an ancient civilization. The adventure is spectacular and hair raising and is actually inspired by a challenge to a young man by a beautiful young lady who is only attracted to a man who is brave and seeks adventure.

Finding the location was difficult and isolated enough, but getting up the steep cliffs that isolated it was another story. Once up, their means of getting down are sabotaged and it appears for while that they will die up there. Their stay on the plateau is filled with fantastic adventures and sights. How will they be credible when and if they ever return to London? Will the young lady be satisfied with her new adventurous young man? These are the burning questions and you will have to read the book to find out.

It is an easy read and keeps the reader's attention well, if you like wild adventure and fantasy. It is an old classic and worth the read.

3 1/2 stars

Bird Sanctuary

 

Spent the day at the Reifel Bird Sanctuary in Ladner last week. What a great experience. I do not have more than a 200mm zoom lens for my Nikon, but still got some good shots as the birds are fairly used to humans and let you get quite close. A bit of birdseed did not hurt either. The 4 amigos above followed us for quite some time after we hand fed them most of our seed mix.

 

An American Widgeon, a soft spoken and gentle water fowl.

 

Black-capped Chickadees are most difficult to photograph. Their movements are jerky and they do not sit still for more than a second or two.

 

Sand Hill Crane portrait. He was a good subject, not moving quickly and holding still for the camera.

 

The Black-capped Chickadee, on the other hand, darts about so quickly that it is rare to capture a sharp photo.

 

We must have seen a dozen or more of these magnificent Great Blue Herons. I got so close to one I could reach out and touch it, but then it flew away.

 

These Sand Hill Cranes flying in formation reminded me of an air show event.

Each of the four seasons presents a new opportunity and different birds, I will be going back here again.

More photos to come.