reminder

Because I am a watcher from the sidelines:

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
-Theodore Roosevelt

country mouse

I am enjoying my life in the city. I like the convenience, the way that I can easily plan to enjoy time out with friends, the endless options for activities. But before I go too far in my praise, I have to say that I cherish the country. I would be able to live in cities the rest of my life but I would find myself to be pining for the wide open spaces and beauty of nature only truly available beyond the city limits. Although I was born in this city and only moved out part-way through my childhood, I still feel as though that aspect of my personality is dominant.

Hand in hand with this is my enjoyment of country music. I know those who don't like country seem to have a disgust for the genre and don't see how it can have any merit but I was just listening to Tim Mcgraw's song Where the Green Grass Grows and the words seemed to fit with my mood and inspired this post. So I will write them out here and hopefully they will express what I'm feeling right now better than I can.


Where the Green Grass Grows

Six lanes, tail lights
Red ants marchin' into the night
They disappear to the left and right again
Another supper
From a sack
A 99 cent heart attak
I got a poundin' head and an achin' back
And the camel's standin' in a big straw stack



I'm gonna live where the green grass grows
Watch my corn pop up in rows
Every night be tucked in close to you
Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed
Point our rockin' chairs towards the west
And plant our dreams where the peaceful river cools
Where the green grass grows



Well I'm from
A map dot
A stop sign on a blacktop
I caught the first bus that I could hop from there
But all o' this glitter is gettin' dark
There's concrete growin' in the city park
I don't know who my neighbors are
And there's bars on the corner and bars on my heart



I'm gonna live where the green grass grows
Watch my corn pop up in rows
Every night be tucked in close to you
Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed
Point our rockin' chairs towards the west
And plant our dreams where the peaceful river cools
Where the green grass grows

brilliant

Why has it become the way that after I post something that I think I have just thought about, I find it as the subject of the previous post? Is my memory that short?
But to keep up the theme of repeating one's self, I am posting some more pictures from that same day on the beach during a break from work.

satisfaction

I was wondering why this past few months I have not had much desire to write in my blog. I finally realized that my needs to release artistic-ness and to chronicle my life that were previously met in the formation of these posts has been met instead in my photography. So to compromise a bit, I will try to post some of these pictures that have taken the place of posts and in that way (hopefully) benefit both my blog and my photography.




I have come to appreciate rocky beaches not only for their abundance of rocks to skip (or just throw...) but also for their beauty. This beach is located on the property of one of our jobs so several times during breaks we have relaxed there. Ah, the perks of landscaping.

picture this

life has been too full to find time to chronicle other than by camera. I am falling more and more in love with taking pictures even going so far as to take multiple pictures of people (gasp). I am finding that the more I take pictures the more I find little tricks to overcome my camera's shortcomings. I don't know what I would do with a camera that didn't need compensation in one way or another. Interesting thought. It would leave little room for improvement. It is like when I think of how I would like to be rich. Yet at the same time I find certain zest in being flexible and living around shortcomings.

One sad thought is how the summer is coming to a close. I will enjoy the fall also but this has been a wonderful summer. As we were leaving the English conversation group, we noticed that the sky was dark and just from the sun having set, not from any particularly dark clouds. I must say, though, that it put a bit of a dark cloud on our discussion.

Ah, but life moves on. Which happy fact is the moving force behind my newly-found unhappiness with the upcoming school year. I will graduate from my program this year (all things being equal) and I will subsequently have to decide what to do with my life. Well, I know I don't have to plan out my whole future but even the fact that I have to come up with something to occupy myself for at least another year or two (it would be nice to find something for a longer period of time, too) is to be dreaded. I hate making decisions. Ah well, I hear they come up sometimes in life.

Dill

Herbs can be beautiful too.

too bad

Good sportsmanship we hail, we sing
It's always pleasant when you spot it.
There's only one unhappy thing:
You have to lose to prove you've got it.

Sparky

I received an e-mail today informing me that my dog is to be put down. The appointment is set for a few minutes from now. By the time I post this she will have breathed her last. She lived a good life and was happy. She was the nicest dog I've ever met. She was my Sparky-dog that went with me on all my adventures, walks, patiently waited while I practiced taking pictures with her as my model, came along and waited in the cold while I visited or babysat at neighbours' houses. The list goes on. She was my first dog and no other dog will hold that place. We got another dog a couple years ago and I am glad that we did it that way so that there is no way of thinking of Shasta as Sparky's replacement. They both have their own places in our household and hearts.

Well this is not very well written and more than a composition is a set of thoughts and feelings I have about my old pup. It was good to write them out.

some little details from the Blue City

The decoration of the tiles is one of the most beautiful ideas for beautifying a building that I have ever seen. It doesn't hurt, either, that I absolutly love the shade of blue that predominated in the colour scheme...

Gaskell

Having just written an 'update on my life' post, after a long silence sporadically broken with pictures, I realize that I havn't written a quote post in a while either so here goes (while I'm here and have time I might as well get as many as I can posted). Here are some quotes from North and South that I came across while atempting to clean up my papers from school. Yes, that means that my desk, after months of neglect is starting to be sorted out (doesn't mean that it looks any tidier yet, in fact it's probably worse but it's getting there--have to destroy the old before building the new). I read, studied and wrote on this book and highly enjoyed getting to know it better. Elizabeth Gaskell's writing is true to life's nity-gritty and yet makes it beautiful. So here are a few quotes drawn from the book:

The cloud never comes in that quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.

If the world was full of perplexing problems she would trust, and only ask to see the one step needful for the hour.

As she realized what might have been she grew to be thankful for what was.

...books, not cared for on account of their binding solely, lay on the table, as if recently put down.

Tyrants make liars.

"He is my first olive: let me make a face while I swallow."

(said by the leading lady about the leading man before... well, I'm sure you get the picture)

wired for sound

My Uncle came over yesterday and hooked up he wireless router to our internet. What this means for me practically is that I now have the power to access the internet on my laptop while in my room downstairs. This may not sound that exiting but for me it's a pretty big deal. On days that I am not working I think that it is going to be hard for me to emerge from the basement at all. Now that Gma is back from her rambles I suppose that I shall be called up to be fed (could I call it 'fed up'?) on a fairly regular basis so that is good but this convenience is addictive.

I know there are many out there who have had the same convenience of internet in their room (or all over their house) for ages now but I am not what you would call on the cuting edge of this techshmology stuff.

I am looking forward to the fact that when it comes time to write more papers (I actually don't really want to think of that at this time of year) I can stay up as late as I like without inconveniencing Gma (the computer room is next to her bedroom). Endless possibilities in the procrastination line open before me...

Yes. Well I introduced the topic in passing before but will now deal with it as the subject of this paragraph (or perhaps two), Gma is home from her travels. She arrived at the bus station last night so I went to pick her up. She has been gone for a few weeks and living here by myself with full use of the car has been another of those unfamiliar conveniences/treats. Unfortunatly this is one that only lasts a little while. Not that I dislike it when Gma is around, it's just that it's easier for me to live by myself than to think of someone else. I like my space and it's easier to be selfish. Not as companionable, though. But at the same time I've had quite a bit of companionship with friends and fun so didn't miss the homey type.

It sounds as though she and her sisters had a ball while away so I feel better about having fun here! When I grow old I want to be the type of old lady who, when pulled over for speeding, doesn't get a ticket since she's so delightful... Ahh I'l travel in style like Gma and her sisters then...

a foal

Gotta love horses with foals this cute!

A Bug's Life

I found this bug in my garden last week.

Dog deck details

the lazy way

Seeing as I now have a huge amount of pictures and only small amounts of time, I have decided that I shall dedicate the next few posts to pictures. Enjoy!


These were taken around my house yesterday. the wonders of technology.

nautica

When I was in Toronto in May I took a walk down by the water and took a few pictures. Here are two of my favourite ones.

girls of summer

Yay for the first day of Summer! The season of gratuitous flowers!
And the season for which I can finally revert to the original colour of the blog. It's like coming home. I don't normally go for pink but this is a nice shade and I still think it's the nicest template offered. But for the sake of variety I have decided to change colours with the seasons. And it makes good sense when there are four different options. I've assigned blue for winter, green for spring, pink for summer and brown for autumn. I am slightly disapointed that autumn, my favourite season, was stuck with the worst colour but it had to be that way; it doesn't make sense otherwise. And brown will match any of the stunning pictures of fall leaves that I am inevitably going to take and post.

It has been alternating rain and sun all day. Maybe because it is a day of transitions the weather thought it would follow the general theme. I am planning on heading to the beach again with some friends tonight so I hope it won't rain on our parade. If it does, we'll just come on back here and find something else to do. But it would be nice if we could enjoy the great outdoors.

In other breaking news (except that I really do hope that it doesn't break): I finally got my laptop!!! Yay! I have been (as expected) spending all my spare moments on it sorting and arranging what pictures and music I have. I can't wait until I get to hook it up to my brother's computer and get all the stuff I've been dumping on that in the mean time. Should be awsome!

suffocating venom

I have been reading Molecules of Emotion by Candace B. Pert, PhD. It is an interesting and informative book and, so far, has almost made me interested in going into sciences! I know it's hard to believe but there you have it. Perhaps, though, I should stick to reading about the sciences (I'm good at reading in any case).

One paragraph (that has little to do with the actual topic in the book but is present merely to explain a different point) caught my interest and I shall quote it here:

...In higher animals, the cobra's venom acts by entering a victim's body and diffusing to the acetylcoline receptors, including those on the diaphragm muscles, which regulate breathing. The venom blocks the access of natural acetycholine to its receptors. Since acetycholine is the neurotransmitter that's responsible for muscle contraction, the resulting paralysis of the diaphragm muscles causes death by suffocation.

So then both cobras and boa constrictors essentially have similar means of finishing off their victims, only the cobra does not have to try very hard.

Sand and water

Ah, the beach.
Ah, summer.

I have a feeling that this one will be one of the more memorable summers. My job is great (have I mentioned that before?) and I hope to be able to connect with friends that I havn't had the time to keep up with other summers. Last night I went with some friends from school to the local park/beach and sat around and then ended up in a game of beach volleyball with a group of guys from Egypt. It was fun for the most part (some strange moments occurred but that's okay; everything worked out well).

I love summer evenings. Evening is my favourite time of day (just as autumn is my favourite time of year); I love the feeling of the day finally cooling off--the sun no longer beating but rather gently embracing those in it... Anyway, another thing that I enjoy about summer evenings is that they seem to like to linger. The day has tired them out so they hang around lazily in no hurry to leave. I enjoy being outdoors.

Sorry if this post seems worthless. I enjoyed writing my simple ode to summer and beaches and water and sand. They're wonderful.

Nicotiana and sky

A Nicotiana seed-head taken last winter.
I just realized that I have not posted any pictures in quite some time. Now, as I have said before, my hope is that when I do get my new computer that I shall be able to take my pictures from my camera and post them, just like that. Now I have to load them onto my brother's computer and send them to my Grandma's computer before I have the luxury of choosing a picture to post at any point. I am looking forward to the day when that will no longer be the case but, before that day comes, here is a photo.