The Case of Eva’s Rescued Traveller

The other day my friend Eva (the gardener) had an injured bird brought to her that apparently was unable to fly (having used up all it’s air miles on it’s last trip I suspected). At any rate, a healthy serving or two of poppy seeds, some water, a good rest, some gentle stroking of the head feathers, a little more tender loving care, and before long, the little fella (or fellaess) was taking some short, and extremely close-to-the-ground, flights around the back garden area, before it disappeared from sight somewhere. But not before yours truly snapped a few shots, and those, for a very particular reason.

You see, I didn’t think the bird was from around here (because my highly-trained ear was pretty certain it detected a slight accent in the little chirper’s song). He/she was also colored in a fashion I was quite unfamiliar with. It seems I may have been correct, because even scouring the Internet for birds of this region, I could not come up with nary a one that was dressed in that pretty distinctive combination of dusty buff grey on the head, with a yellow breast that slowly darkened to a chalky green on it’s back, with hints of very light brown at the tips of wings. And even when I, in mounting desperation, finally switched to “birds from anywhere”, I was only able to find one dressed in a similar fashion, that was also of the same general size and shape.

The only trouble with what I found was that the bird I identified, the Bell’s Vireo, was a Warbler that is on the Threatened Species List, and is usually found in the central or southern United States, or northern Mexico. So here are a couple pictures of the two birds. I took the first picture, which is the bird that Eva rescued. The second picture is of a Bell’s Vireo. I obtained the picture from the ‘net, and in the interests of fair comparison, I kept my picture as small as that picture, so no one would be biased by size.

Eva's Rescued Bird
Eva’s Rescued Bird
Bell's Vireo
Bell’s Vireo

Now even I can see that it’s not a perfect match, but then I really have no idea how much birds may vary in appearance within their own species, and as I mentioned earlier, I have so far been completely unable to come up with ANY other bird that even remotely resembles the appearance of the bird that Eva nursed back to health that day. (Of course, if I had sang to it, it would probably still be here today ; )  As for the fact that the Bell’s Vireo is not from this region, that could easily be explained if the first bird was someone’s indoor bird that had somehow escaped it’s cage and got outside somehow. But in the meantime, being the curious type of person I am, if anyone out there does know what that first bird should properly be called, I would love to here from you. Then again, I always love to here from you. Everyone take care, stay healthy, happy, and safe. See you next time.

 

The Case of Eva’s Rescued Traveller

Smoky Moons Over Vancouver

Well hello, hello! Long time and all that. Still having  problems with this computer, but I took a couple pictures the other evening that I just thought I had to show you. You see, as nice a summer as we’ve been having here in Vancouver (and really it has been a great one) it’s quite unfortunate, and even downright tragic, that the reason for the lovely cool evenings that seem so perfect for walking in, are actually the result of our sunlight being drastically filtered by the smoke from several raging forest fires in the north of the province.

If one was to look at the long-range weather forecast for this area a few weeks ago, they were predicting a blistering heat-wave accompanied by record-breaking temperatures. But that was before the smoke drifted in and blotted out the sun. Now I’m not trying to say that you can’t see the sun, this is no Biblical apocalypse I’m describing here; in fact, far from it.  If you were unaware of the fires, you might just think it was some kind of very light haze in the air. The sun is still getting through, and if you hadn’t been informed that we were actually experiencing extremely high temperatures, the coolness at ground level would just just make you think you were having a nice mild summer. That impression, however, would instantly be challenged the first time you were up late enough, and in a location where it was convenient enough, that you could catch a glance at the moon after it’s risen (or the sun while it’s in the act of setting). This happened to me while I was on my balcony studying the other night by the light of a reading lamp.

My first impression when I saw the moon out of the corner of my eye, just as it was coming up, was that we were experiencing a “harvest moon”. To see a great big orange moon when its low on the horizon at this time of the year is not all that uncommon in these parts, and I must have just dismissed it, thinking it would turn silver as it got higher in its path. It was when I was taking a break at just after nine, that I looked for the moon again, higher in the sky (thinking it would be silver by now), and then I took notice of what I was seeing. For not only was the moon still orange, but it was now a dark, almost ominous orange, with very little light getting through, and what almost looked like tiny black clouds or particles hovering in front of it, although I knew it to be a clear night. So solid was whatever was hanging in front of the moon, I became convinced that clouds of some kind had in fact moved in during the time I was studying. I immediately grabbed my camera, and took the first set of pictures, which I finished taking at 9:30 p.m.. It was the next set of pictures that I took after two more hours of study, at 11:30 p.m., (when the moon had finally climbed out of the worst of the smoke) that convinced me that I had been wrong about the clouds, it really was a completely clear night, which meant, of course, that all that stuff hanging in front of the moon in the first set of pictures, was in fact the smoke that we’ve all been breathing for the last three weeks or so. And of course, since smoke is heavy, it would be even worse here at ground level.

My own doctor, when I was last speaking with her, told me that since the smoke arrived, she’s had to be handing out (prescribing) “puffers” for her patients with asthma, and other respiratory illnesses at a rate like she’s never seen before, plus she’s had to up the rate of use for those who were already on them. I now understand why.

So at any rate, I thought I would show you these two pictures. If you’re wondering, I’ve done done nothing to enhance either of these, and as an eye-witness, I can tell you that on my screen at least, the colors, and the haziness (especially in the first shot), are a pretty good reproduction of exactly what I was looking at. So in the meantime, I hope everyone is enjoying their summer. Please stay happy, healthy, and safe. And oh, remember what Smoky the Bear always used to say: “Only YOU can prevent forest fires!”

Smoky Moon @ Nine Thirty PM
Smoky Moon @ Nine Thirty PM
Smoky Moon @ Eleven Thirty PM
Smoky Moon @ Eleven Thirty PM

Smoky Moons Over Vancouver

The Source of Another’s Inspiration

I was sorting out some pictures the other day, and sending one or two of them off to “YouPic”. That’s my other photography site. A wonderful site actually, which I hadn’t sent anything new to in almost a year. Despite the fact  that even though I only used their site regularly for 1 year (as opposed to this page which I’ve now had up for going on 4 years), and as I already mentioned, haven’t kept it up at all this past year, my views there, on a much smaller number of pictures, are currently in excess of 59,000. The people that see your work on YouPic can rate it, and the highest unique rating you can achieve on a picture is a “Star”, which represents a picture the viewer feels is an “Inspiration”. Of all my pictures, and those views in excess of 59,000, I’ve only ever received 1 Star. To quote Sheryl Crow, “No one said it would be easy…”. It’s interesting to note, however, that the total count of views on that picture that earned me my one and only (so far) Star, are over 2000, which is more views than I’ve garnered on this entire WordPress page in the almost 4 years that I’ve had it up and running.

So what was this amazing picture that was the source of another person’s inspiration? I’ve taken a lot of pictures, and if I had taken a guess as to which of those would have been the first to earn me this particular honor, I don’t know which I would have picked, but the more I think about it, the more I think that this picture would indeed have made it onto my “short list”. I guess that just means I might have some understanding of where the person who awarded me the Star was coming from. Hopefully, it means all this time spent with my camera attached so firmly to my hand, and the viewport almost grafted to my eye, is finally teaching me something about photography that you can’t necessarily learn from reading books. Or maybe not?! Anyway, I have published this picture here once before, and here it is once again. (Feeling inspired? Huh? Huh?….Oh well, I tried…)

Outdoor Street-Art Gallery
Outdoor Street-Art Gallery

So now that Spring has finally set in, I also realized that I forgot to post any Cherry Blossom pictures. So since I’m really late, I’ll just give you a quick look at the last of the latest, which were the only ones I was able to catch. Leaving you with those to hopefully put some Spring in your heart, I wish you all a great week. Stay  healthy, happy, and safe. See you next time.

Bunches Of Blossoms
Bunches Of Blossoms
Chatting Under The Cherry Blossoms
Chatting Under The Cherry Blossoms
Bundles and Bundles of Blossoms
Bundles and Bundles of Blossoms
Relaxing Under The Cherry Blossoms At International Village
Relaxing Under The Cherry Blossoms At International Village

 

The Source of Another’s Inspiration

Spring At Last

This last week-end appears to have brought Spring to the West Coast, and I spent so many hours walking in the sun and snapping pictures that it will be at least a little while before my latest ones can be processed, and then seen on these pages. But they should arrive before too long and until then, I’ve put up a couple that I shot the other day when I took a brief stroll over to Crab Park (which is now pretty much my extended back yard). For those of you who have been so kind as to have asked, yes, yes, YES, I am thoroughly enjoying the new place in general, and the amazing difference that a mere 4 blocks has made in the atmosphere of the neighborhood in particular has just stunned me. I’ve been getting up extra early just to go out walking (weather permitting) so I can soak in the tranquility of the day’s beginnings.

Some of the building’s occupants complain about the noise on the front street in the evenings (there is a slightly mid to upscale bar across the street that’s open quite late), but as my apartment’s windows open toward the rear of the building, I can’t really say I’ve noticed any of the commotion they seem to be talking about. I do have a fire hall right across the lane-way from my place, but the sirens were a much bigger problem when I lived at my old place. I’m thinking the crews on the trucks must take block or more after leaving the station before they fire up the sirens. Perhaps it’s just not one of the first items on some kind of check list or something?

At any rate, I hope Spring has reached the rest of you folks also, and I hope you are all getting on absolutely heroically. Everybody try and stay happy now, keep busy, keep healthy, and make sure to stay safe. Have a great week.

Backyard Sculpture
Backyard Sculpture
Downtown Vancouver From Crab Park Overpass
Downtown Vancouver From Crab Park Overpass
Spring Blossoms At Crab Park
Spring Blossoms At Crab Park
'Canada Place' Through The Trees At Crab Park
‘Canada Place’ Through The Trees At Crab Park

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So I Think I’m Back

Though my service provider has yet to show up at my new digs (how’s that for a 70’s reference), as they try to assuage their guilt at having stood me up on two separate occasions now, the fine lady I talked to at “customer service” at least had the good sense (and courtesy) to switch my actual service from the old place to the new from their side, and promised I would have the first available cancellation or whatever came up, with a “guarantee” of an actual service call by April 12th, between the hours of 1-3 pm. (My original date was for the 29th of March, and then the 5th of April when they didn’t show up the first time.) As you’ve probably noticed, however, once they decided to switch the energy flow from my old address to the new, I was able to do my own wiring, and get things up and running. It’s not pretty (the cables run across the center of my living room), but it works, and that’s good enough for me at this time. The techie can worry about the artistic stuff if and when he/she ever arrives.

So as I unpack everything, I thought I should freshen up my page a bit since it’s been a while since I changed anything. I haven’t unpacked the camera equipment yet, but I thought what I would do for a few days was take a little trip down memory lane and look back at some of my favorite pictures. It’s getting pretty late into my third year since I began this page here at WordPress, and in that time, I realized I only had a couple handfuls of pictures that I was really, really happy with. So see, you don’t have to worry, I’ll run out of these old ones quickly enough, and then I’ll get back to trying to improve my techniques. And if I learn anything from the experience, then it will have been a worthwhile experiment.

So at any rate, I guess we’re starting to see some hints of Spring in the air. The Cherry and Apple Blossoms are out, as are the earlier Magnolias. And there’s a fly buzzing around my head right now doing my spell-checking for me because he knows that I just can’t tolerate “spelling bees”. All you folks try and stay dry now, have a good week, stay healthy, happy, and like always, try and be safe.

Resting in peace.
Resting In Peace
Sitting Pretty Bathing In The Sunlight
Sitting Pretty Bathing In The Sunlight

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A Few Stray Beach Pictures

Just a few pictures I found while I was organizing some files. They appear to have been taken when I was walking down at First Beach, in the West End of Vancouver, sometime this summer, so I figured it’s about time they saw the light of day.

Below Burrard Street Bridge
Below Burrard Street Bridge.
First Beach on a week-end afternoon.
First Beach On A Week-end Afternoon
Barnacle village.
Barnacle Village
Driftwood contours.
Driftwood Contours
False Creek on a sunny morning.
False Creek On A Sunny Morning

Well, nothing too dazzling, but time is short as I look at the insane jumble around me, pondering how my apartment can manage to look continually messier, the more stuff I take out of it?! (A question only slightly less perplexing than, “if the milk in the can is ‘evaporated’, how come the can isn’t empty”?)

Anyway, all the deep philosophy aside, I hope everyone is getting set to welcome Spring (except in the US where the new President has passed an Executive Order declaring all seasons, with the possible exception of endless nuclear winter, to be hoaxes perpetrated by the scientific community, in collusion with Natasha and Boris, and the rest of the gang from the Rocky and Bullwinkle Show. Thus, having added three entire seasons to his list of things he doesn’t believe in, the new President is well on his way to making the job of running the country, into something so simple, that even a politician could do it. (With so much concern about “fake news” these days, I now have to ruin my own sarcasm and admit that this previous paragraph is meant as a joke…smh.)

Until next time, everyone please stay safe, healthy, and happy.

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One Of My Favorite Ways To Relax

For the most part these days, I find that I’m quite satisfied with the modest life that I live, and I really very seldom find that I have anything too significant to complain about on a personal level. That’s not to say that I won’t voice my opinion on matters of political import, or issues that I see as having social relevance, or which pertain to the concepts of Social Ethics or Justice. Sometimes I’ll voice those opinions quite loudly, since I was born the second youngest in a family of many children, and thus speaking loudly, (with substantial force on occasion), was at times a basic survival trait.

But there are those occasions, at times related to some issues that have affected me throughout my lifetime, and at other times related to the normal stresses of this rather hectic world we all live in and have to share on a daily basis, when things do manage to mount, and my head can start to feel something like a small pressure-cooker that’s been left unchecked a little too long. For instance, right at the moment, I find myself in the process of that most dreadful of states: The Move. After having lived in my present location for going on 10 years now, it turns out that as of April 1, 2017, I shall be in a new residence, and as I’m sure you all understand, this type of thing is very seldom, “a fun process”.

So when I do come up against one of these occasions, and I’m pretty sure I will if the bottom falls out of even one more moving box that I put two too many books in, then I need to stop what I’m doing, grab my jacket, and take a walk. And one of the places I most like to walk is “The Dr. Sun Yat Sen Chinese Garden”, which is just two blocks from my apartment, right here in the heart of the downtown area in Vancouver. (It will be a whopping 6 blocks once I get moved, since I’m only moving four blocks – the new place IS much bigger -.) Once I’m there, it only takes a while walking among the plant-life, or talking to Goldie, and I’m back on track in no time, ready to go at it all over again for at least a few more days.

So anyway, if you lose me on and off for the next couple months, that’s what I’ll be doing, getting things packed up in preparation for moving day…OR…walking around at the Gardens which you can see in the few pictures below. Until I get back to being more regular, you all take care, stay healthy, be happy, and we’ll talk to you soon.

A piece of paradise in downtown Vancouver.
A Piece of Paradise in Downtown Vancouver.
Bamboo wall at the Chinese garden
Bamboo Wall At the Chinese Garden
Conversing with Goldie at the Chinese garden
Conversing With Goldie At the Chinese Garden
Strolling through the Chinese garden
Strolling Through The Chinese Garden

One Of My Favorite Ways To Relax