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On the way to the Phillipines

Well standing in Honk Kong airport, arse numb after 22 hour layover view outside marvelous. Off to layout my Beach cottage, here is a scale model. Will check in again on my 55 birthday from the Alona Kew White Beach...

Its Wet, very Wet, 54 days of summer rain Wet!...

Its Wet, very Wet, 54 days of summer rain Wet!
We did have 3 days sunshine. Fortunately the three days we went camping. The rest of the time the weather has drowned my tomatoes, Chilies and hot peppers and high winds snapped the branches so had to make chili curry chutney. Various levels of spice all the way to scotch bonnets so not all is lost.   Written absolutely nothing but have just finished the adjustments to my new Antique Oak writing station and have a new Bluetooth keyboard, just need to update the wheels to brass and porcelain, currently 1970 hostess trolley wheels.   New old truck making me very happy. Truck version of the ZR 2 4 x 4 SUV my son rolled. 31″ x 10.5″x 15″ BF Goodrich all-terrain Tyres, 4″ lift and 3″ wider than stock track axles    ( Hence the wide Fender flares) positrack locking diff, Bilstine off road shocks from the factory 4.3l V6.  nice exhaust, sounds the part, especially when you put your foot down oh and Bright Red, Victory Red.   #1 Daughter starts year 2 of her Degree #1 Son starts year 4. And that’s about that, hope everyone is well and things are going to plan. ( Actually thinking about it i did write 490 words in the last chapter of the book. Shame I haven’t done the middle bit or I would have finished by now. Oh well best laid...

Hot and Cold

Hot and Cold
well not a lot of thinking going on over here summer turns to winter and I once again wonder why. Not why the seasons come and go but why here in the bloody cold. I know I prefer hot to cold . SEE                               Well not sure where I am going with this but it dawns on me that If I am to keep memories alive they need to be somewhere other than in a cardboard box. Maybe there is a randomness to it all that does not need to be so heavily curated. I met this guy in a bar has something to do with a local entertainment free paper bands and the like and I remember all that stuff at University so for the heck of it some photos to remind me I Like Rock and Roll.                                ...

So Good in Sogod. S Leyte.

So Good in Sogod. S Leyte.
So November 2014 all bundled up winter hat and all and once again loving husband I am let the good lady head home to the Philippines to visit her father and family and high school friends,and was I jealous, well a bit. Now I am not complaining but this is the lady who dragged me here to Alberta – 40c wind chill. When I fell in love with her I was fairly certain (and yes I did meet her in Alberta so that should have been a clue) I would be opening a beach B-B-Q restaurant  and fishing and sitting in the sun. I guess those pesky kids have something to do with it  but I plan on getting back out there. Hopefully not too long from now I will be retired from the cold Alberta winter and be on my veranda looking out to sea in my beach cottage with the wife at my side and Tanduay rum in my hand. I think Bikinis will have something to do with it too my good lady gets more gorgeous and glamorous every year.     That is not the beach outside my beach front lot but you get the Idea. I did crack the whip and the good lady had tasks to do  so I can build my cottage, and we are ready I just need some more money. For those of you that have heard me go on about this here is proof that things are moving to pace.                   And that is that rough plans to be turned into blue prints and I will spend my 20th wedding adversary building my retirement cottage should I ever get to retire.  ...

PutPut Pictures, rides again.

PutPut Pictures, rides again.
Well after posting blogs that could be interpreted a suicide notes I though I better put my dear readers at their ease, Just a change just a re -focusing and that’s a good word. Even my written work is supposed to be visual. But back to the start where did it all begin and I must admit to Photography. Love it, loved it, hated it, despaired of it ,divorced it, died from it, raised from the ashes and railed into the night for the hate of it. Re-invent myself for the love of it and discovered it had not gone anywhere and cared not for my antics. And I will give no credit at all to Tim Starchuck.   But I do love the Solitude and Minimalism, as if someone walked out the room as if there were lonely ghosts . If you were to wander into the frame and pause and for a moment be isolated alone, got me I like it. But its not what I claim to do, well not what I am comfortable doing and yes photographed everything for money being a paid Professional Photographer for a time, and my passion LangScape or should I say Landscapes for thirty years banging them out and I can see my footprint .   So we have Derbyshire, Moray -Scotland the Falkland- South Atlantic, Elk Island, AB. Jasper AB and Robin Hood’s bay. And how do they manage to be all together and mounted well I can thank the good lady wife for buying the camera , # 1 Daughter for negotiating the on line printing and my good sense in outputting them on KODAK glossy paper at 8″ x 10″ and the song remains the same. Can’t guarantee the printer new what he was doing but a bit of judicious pre-proces prep on my end and voila. Time stood still. Of course up until now I did my own printing (Its what I do Yall) but now some  dude at the photo lab not even doing his own sensometric testing but hooked up the the interweb, For all that turned out nice again.     PutPut Pictures that’s the enterprise where I shoe horn images in to mounts and frames. All sorts of printed ephemera from the last 150 years. Photography vintage and original (My stuff), advertising,...

BBQ Mojo

BBQ Mojo
Well what happened to the BBQ MOJO, it was there and now its gone. Sure I still put on some burgers for the kids cook a few chicken thighs skin on and once in a blue moon do a Steak for my good lady wife. (when I can afford one there may be allegedly no inflation but my wages are not going up and although the same price is on the stuff in the supermarket the boxes packets cuts of meat are smaller, thinner, sadder how long will it be before I can no longer pay for my gas/petrol or the shopping in my trolly.) So why do I have to admit my MOJO has wandered away? Well it became embarrassing it went from that to laughable and on into panic I had held great store by my ability to cook stuff and turn out a half decent party in my yard; and to those friends at work that I have premised/promised a BBQ to after years of having to put up with me describing  the BBQ’s of the past I am sorry. I know its been four years or more but I just can’t do it. I want to but every time I think about it and think I have a menu a solution, fear and inadequacy grip me and well I don’t deliver, I cant deliver (Maybe I take myself too seriously). So how did this BBQ MOJO come and go? (So all my North American buddies understand this I am not talking about good old BBQ, Brisket ribs sauce and stuff I am talking about BBQ Grill as a tool for cooking and cooking other nations influences on it. I am also not talking about Ninja BBQ which I can still do.)   So a long time ago possibly back in 1983 we rustled up some of these newfangled BBQ grills and once we figured out how to light the charcoal BBQD everything in my mums freezer. Can’t tell you if it was any good but we certainly got in deep shit for eating everything. So back in the day we wrestled with the art form of BBQ my best buddy Mark is still a master he has the faith and what a journey . Whole salmon, Spiced  Pork chops, Lushous  Lamb and Whole Chickens, things...

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