Rights and wrongs

I good friend of mine is a community leader, a bit of an activist and an intelligent, articulate woman who has made the difference in the lives of many people. I sometimes question why she bothers to try to change the way things are, especially given the cost to her in terms of time, privacy and peace of mind.

Then she wrote:

I have no rights. I have no right to freedom from discrimination. I have no right to secure employment. I have no right to a safe place to live. I don’t even have the right to go to the washroom in peace. It’s amazing that I can sit here in the 21st century, in Canada, and be able to say that.

And then I understood – she’s trying to correct injustice done.

Her word were recently published in the Georgia Strait (Vancouver).

Urban decay

Just a few discarded items – once treasured items from a youth long lost, now left to rust, rot and and slowly fall apart.

How fitting that what is being slowly reclaimed lays in what was once a farm, pasture and orchard, but is now a tangle of bush and scrub trees.

Just as I can clearly see what I imagine used to be a field bearing crops, I can imagine and almost hear the laughter of a young child on this tricycle. What a shame – both could have been preserved and protected with a little bit of forethought.

Just a tractor

Yes, just a tractor but also a moment in time that is frozen – captured by a digital camera wielded by a slightly cold and crazy woman, downloaded to her netbook and then uploaded to the Internet.

I think it’s both interesting and ironic that I use modern technology to show you something old that I saw – I’m on the road at 8:30 PST and slightly cold and you get to view this from the comfort of you home.

I never claimed to be average or normal

Three

If I had to rank the many things I like, breakwaters, lighthouses and the Coast Guard would be high on the list. When I get to combine them all into on little adventure…

This is really image intensive…

Shacks and water

There is something that draw us to want to be near the water, play in the water and live near the water.

And build shacks at the edge of the water.

Sadly this cluster of little buildings in are just old shacks that must be torn down to allow progress, which really means the construction of condos.

I’m glad that I had a chance to see them, to walk around them and to soak up a bit of history from a simpler time.

I’m also glad that I had a chance to be at the water’s edge and poke about on the beach with the breakwater in sight.

More pictures are here

Olive and Sue

Olive DeBeach is a wonderful friend of mine that I have known for pretty much ever, right from toddler days, high school to at least one wedding and a few break ups.

Anyhow, she came up with the name Olive DeBeach and I opted for Sue Nami – sort of fitting when you consider the intensity that I tend to experience life with and the mess I make in the tub!

 

I was suffering a bit of a the gee frik I miss Victoria blues and could either stay home and mope or get out, which was freaky in a way as Olive was torn between doing house stuff and travelling down Island. Is that like some kind of syncopation crap?

 

I smile at the beach…

 

And this beautiful beach should have been just the cure, but somehow I ended up being very introspective – maybe because the steady state of the beach on a calm day is in such contrast to the turmoil that I face?

 

No – the beach changes slowly yet constantly and so do I – it’s only when you watch carefully that you notice that the true nature of the change.

 

For some reason this saddens me as it extends to life in general.

oops

I discovered that my kitty makes a better smoke detector when I managed to set my kitchen on fire this afternoon. Smoke everywhere – really thick, oily smoke from ceiling to floor (that’s how smoke fills a room).

The second oops is that I stayed to fight the fire rather than following the advice of countless firefighters and the grand naval tradition of abandoning ship. Heck – my cell phone and new boots were upstairs though.

Sailing

Sailing, shades and a smile.

I’m in the process of getting ready to spend two months sailing with my friend Jennifer.

We both love sailing, we both have cool shades and we both get the most awesome tans.

You can tell us apart though as she’s the one that smiles and I’m the one with the great toe nail polish.

Anyhow, I mention this because Jennifer and I will be looking for other people who like to sail, like to race and don’t mind loosing.

More later from…

Arcania

Just a small collection of odds and sods from one sunny Sunday afternoon.

 

Five old beer bottles – the labels are interesting, sort of.

 

A chair in the woods – perfect for a time out when one is naughty.

 

A mother’s lament.

 

I wish you losers would roll up the rim and maybe toss the dam thing in the garbage, okay?

 

I’m sure that this seemed like a great idea at the time…

 

Some people throw away the best stuff – others, well, they just litter.

 

The speed restriction sign heading upstream into lock 1 of the Trent Severn.

 

And the water sloshing over the upstream lock gates at lock 1 – an indication of how high the water level is right now.

 

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