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Michael Louis Johnson is foremost a trumpet/ cornet player. I have seen him perform 3x in November 2022, but always in slightly different role. He arrived in Toronto few decades ago to be an actor. He leads several bands, but on the night at Redwood Theatre he introduced a new swing band. Every Saturday afternoon he is in a small club, where he is the singing bartender, playing his trumpet, telling stories from his life, introducing songs he has written, greeting every guest like a old friend and of course mixing and serving drinks. He sings in English, French and even in passable Russian. He can make up song on a spot, if audience suggests to him a word or a sentence. To see him perform is always a treat. The drummer is Agneya Chikte and young musician whom I first met in 2017.
156. Toronto P1470700; Taken 2022 Nov 25. Upload 2022 Nov 29.
What a difference a Year Makes
This was December 2019 , commuting in the dark and seeing the dawn rising . as the LUAS tram passed over the M50 motorway. I have been Working From Home . since late February , this year has gone in a blur of unexpected events and lots and lots of isolation. I don't know how I feel about commuting anymore. It seems like something from a bizarre Sci-fi film now :)
We are good at adapting !
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The sentence "Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose." was written by Gertrude Stein as part of the 1913 poem Sacred Emily, which appeared in the 1922 book Geography and Plays.
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Every wave is a memory returning.
This black and white seascape captures the ocean mid-whisper, foam curling, cresting, reaching for a shore it’s touched a thousand times before. The horizon stands distant and dark, like a lover who left but never truly disappeared. There’s motion here, but also stillness. A rhythm of longing. A pulse of remembrance.
The sea doesn’t forget. It carries every echo, every goodbye, every promise made beneath a fading sky. The waves roll in like unfinished sentences, like letters never sent. And the foam, bright against the dark water is the punctuation of emotion, the breath between heartbeats.
This image is for those who’ve stood at the edge of something vast and felt both small and infinite. It’s for the ones who wait, who remember, who believe that love, like the tide always finds its way back.
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Turning the pages a sentence caught her eyes. “A dream is a wish your heart makes”. Perhaps there was truth in those words. She had dreamed of a different life. A life with love. Surprising and unexpected love came. Time had been tough and lonely, she thought. The change was most welcoming and very invigorating.
She had felt so happy. He was a kind and charming man. Rapidly her love for him grew stronger. Every day she had longed for him like A DRIED OUT FLOWER. She had needed him like a flower needs water. So easily he had filled her heart and soul with love, hopes and dreams. She hesitated. Stop! Don't start winding yourself up. He's gone, she reminded herself. As unexpected as he came.
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she sadly realized, that she had never found the true path to his heart. Now she knew, there was no need for searching any longer. He would remain an utterly priceless treasure. In time, she hoped, the memory would be without pain. I miss you, she sighed. No, I've to forget about him, she muttered. Still she could feel him and the bond between them. She wished it would be different, but he would always be a part of her, unfortunately she knew that for a fact. Perhaps it was time for new dreams.
Just for fun -- seeing the line up of flowers in various stages seem to form a sentence using different 'words' and 'punctuation marks'!
Today I'm combining my floral greeting with a memory and a view.
This photo was taken last summer on the Kaiserkrone (Imperial Crown) in Saxon Switzerland. The view, when it manages to get past the blooming heather and the trees, is directed towards the Lilienstein, near which the sun will soon set.
As beautiful as I find the Kaiserkrone, especially when the heather is in bloom, I've found it difficult to create harmonious compositions here. Somehow, the photos always seemed far too chaotic, which is also true of this one. That's why I haven't shown these pictures to anyone until now.
But I think this evening atmosphere definitely deserves to be seen. So I'll just have to live with a little chaos now. And I'm learning that something is valuable, even, or perhaps especially, because it isn't perfect.
I'll leave that last sentence for all of us and wish you a happy week.
Heute verknüpfe ich mal meinen Blumengruß mit einer Erinnerung und einer Aussicht.
Dieses Foto entstand im Sommer letzten Jahres auf der Kaiserkrone in der Sächsischen Schweiz. Der Blick, wenn er es denn mal an der blühenden Erika und den Bäumen vorbei geschafft hat, geht in Richtung des Liliensteins, in dessen Nähe in Kürze die Sonne untergehen wird.
So schön wie ich die Kaiserkrone auch empfinde, vor allem, wenn die Heide blüht, so schwer ist es mir gefallen hier harmonische Bildkompositionen zu kreieren. Irgenwie waren mir die Fotos immer viel zu chaotisch, was übrigens auch auf dieses hier zu trifft. Darum habe ich diese Bilder auch bis heute noch niemandem gezeigt.
Doch ich finde, dass diese abendliche Atmospäre es durchaus verdient gesehen zu werden. Da muss ich mit ein wenig Chaos jetzt eben leben. Und ich darf lernen, dass etwas wertvoll ist, auch, oder vielleicht gerade weil, es nicht perfekt ist.
Den letzten Satzt lass ich für uns alle jetzt mal so stehen und wünsche Euch eine fröhliche Woche.
José Carreras: "En Aranjuez con tu Amor" (Joaquín Rodrigo / youtube)
The first sentence of the play is projected onto the walls in the background. Karlos, reclining on the floor besides the record player, is listening to the same aria of the Verdi opera again and again. He tries to write a letter - he writes a line, crumbles up the paper, takes a new paper, writes, crumbles it up again and again. Domingo enters "Oh, my prince, Break this mysterious and gloomy silence!"
Verdi, Don Carlos: "io la vidi e al suo sorriso (Io l'ho perduta)" (am Anfang dieses Einstiegs hört man den Souffleur)
Auf den Wänden im Hintergrund der 1. Satz des Stückes. Karlos liegt neben dem Plattenspieler auf dem Boden, er hört immer wieder die selbe Stelle aus der Verdi Oper Don Carlos, vor ihm ein Stoß A4 Blätter, er versucht einen Brief zu schreiben - schreibt eine Zeile, zerknüllt das Papier, //: schreibt am nächsten Blatt, zerknüllt es :// Domingo kommt "Brechen Sie dies rätselhafte Schweigen...."
Part of: "Empty Padded ~ LeerGefüllt - Waiting Time at Work" - Left handed drawings and writings on the empty left pages of my prompter`s book Soufflierbuch Proben "Don Karlos" Friedrich Schiller
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The stripes may mark him as the prisoner, yet the weight rests on her shoulders. His smoke drifts free into the night, while she sits bound by silence. On the steps of the Cathedral, the roles of captive and keeper quietly reverse. Shot in Cologne, Germany with a Leica M11 Mono and Summilux 50mm.
I've no idea what these flowers are, but they were suspended from an arch trellis and made a beautiful display.
I've decided to post some travel images on Tuesdays, beginning with a recent visit to Guelph, Ontario, Canada.
On the eastern edge of this city lies an abandoned Reformatory with a history that spans nearly one hundred years. This photograph is of a set of windows from this structure.
The facility sits on approximately 222 acres of serene greenspace. The walking trails and ponds that are enjoyed to this day conceal stories of incarceration, hard labour and notorious inmate escapes.
Built in 1911, with a cornerstone laid September 25th by then Prime Minister of Ontario Sir James Pliny Whitney, the facility housed 660 inmates by 1916. Alternatively known as the Guelph Correctional Centre, the institution signaled a turning point in the government of Ontario’s approach to crime and punishment. Politicians and social reform advocates of the early twentieth century sought to use productive work as a means of rehabilitating inmates for redemption after serving their sentence. The location was ideally suited for agriculture and quarry mining, and prisoners contributed to the local community with their labour.
From 1917 – 1921, prisoners were temporarily relocated, and the facility was converted into the Guelph Military Convalescent Hospital which cared for more than 900 injured WW1 veterans.
Officially decommissioned in 2001, the Reformatory buildings have been completely vacant since 2014, while the Province of Ontario and the City of Guelph continue to consult and strategize on how best to make use of these culturally significant lands and buildings.
Meet "Boléra" a graceful Galgo breed female dog.
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Galgos
The Spanish greyhound is thought by some popular writers to have descended from Egyptian dogs brought to the Iberian Peninsula by the Phoenicians nearly 3,000 years ago. However the existence of the Celtic vertragus in Roman Iberia 2,000 years ago, as described by Arrian and Martial, suggests that it and its possible descendant the Galgo, may more likely be of Western European type in origin. After it was established in Spain, it is thought to have been cross-bred centuries later with the Sloughi brought from North Africa by the Moors. Some writers suggest that this breed may be ancestral to the English Greyhound.
The Galgo name is probably derived from the Latin Canis Gallicus or 'Dog from Gaul'. The Spanish word for all kinds of Greyhounds — including the Galgo — is lebrel, which means 'harrier' or 'dog for chasing hares', since liebre is Spanish for 'hare'. The same derivative is seen in the Italian levriero and the French lévrier.
Arrian described his personal experience in Spain. His description of hare hunting is very similar to that used with the Galgo nowadays in Spain, adding that it was a general Celtic tradition not related to social class. He indicated that there were not only smooth-haired types of the vertragus but also rough-coated ones.
There is little evidence for mention of the Galgo or its antecedent in the first centuries of the Middle Ages, but it appeared to have survived and flourished in the second half of the period.
In the 9th and 10th centuries, coinciding with the Reconquista, great spaces in Castile were colonised resulting in Christian military repossession of the Iberian Peninsula from Muslim control. This open land introduced a new mode of hunting with dogs: while the North of Spain is mountainous, the regions progressively recovered were flat, open areas full of small animals like hares, which provided the Galgo a useful opportunity for hunting. At that time it was considered a noble dog, and was kept mainly by the aristocracy of both the Christian and the Muslim kingdoms in which Spanish territory was still divided. It is likely that the Galgo and the Sloughi (perhaps also Saluki) were interbred during this period.
The Galgo appears to have developed first in the Castillian plains, both in the north (Valladolid, Zamora, Ávila Salamanca, Segovia, Soria, Burgos and Palencia) and the south (Toledo, Cuenca, Guadalajara, Madrid and Ciudad Real) of Castilla. And, afterwards, in more southern territories: La Mancha and Andalusia. It became the typical dog type of the Spanish interior, while the bloodhound plays the same role in the coast regions.
The Galgo appears not only in hunting books but also in common Spanish expressions, as well as in literature. The most famous reference is perhaps the one contained in the opening sentence of Don Quixote de La Mancha: "In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a galgo for coursing."
Animal cruelty concerns
There are many reports of Galgos being treated cruelly by their hunters and breeders in Spain. An estimated 50,000 to 100,000 Galgos and Podencos are killed, often brutally, each year by their hunters, also known as galgueros.
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Sunset has truly attractive magic. They strive to see it, capture it in paintings, photographs, describe it in words. In the rays of sunset, people are explained in feelings, make sentences, or simply, without words, sit in an embrace, bowing their heads towards each other.
Condamné à passer un hiver très rude
Encore un panneau stop détourné,devant des arbres enneigés se découpant sur les belles façades colorées derrière la mairie de la Croix-rousse
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The sentence "Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose" was written by Gertrude Stein as part of the 1913 poem "Sacred Emily"