What's It All About, eh?

Cape Breton evokes deep memories and strong emotions for me as well as a deep appreciation for the beauty of my adopted island. My hopes are that you too might find the photos evocative - maybe a view you've not enjoyed before, or an 'Oh I've been there', or if from away that you may be encouraged to visit this fair isle so that you might come to love and breathe Cape Breton as I do. One word about place names that I use - some are completely local usage while others are from maps of Cape Breton that I've purchased over the years. I frequently post travel and other photos that are of interest to me - and hopefully you.

On the right hand side bar find my take on Single Malt whiskey - from how to best enjoy this noble drink to reviews (in a most non-professional manner) of ones that I have tried and liked - or not. Also musings, mine and others, on life in general.

Photographs are roughly 98%+ my own and copy-righted. For the occasional photo that is borrowed, credit is given where possible - recently I have started posting unusual net photographs that seem unique. Feel free to borrow any of my photos for non-commercial use, otherwise contact me. Starting late in 2013 I have tried to be consistent in identifying my photographs using ©smck on all out of camera photos I personally captured - (I often do very minor computer changes such as 'crop' or 'shadow' etc but usually nothing major), and using
©norvellhimself on all photos that I have played around with in case it might not be obvious.

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The Unknowable Mystery of Time


Old Boat Drifting Away


Sepia


Overcast, slight drizzle and misty areas


Splash of Colour - II


Drear


Splash of Colour in Early Morning Mist


Weed

 a random photograph from 'The Pumpkin Field' -

White Oak

this photograph taken from the same road corner as 'the remains of a November afternoon'

Char



The humble cup of tea - char - was the most popular English working-class drink by the mid-19th century.
It is generally thought that ‘char’ was an Anglicisation of the Indian word for tea, but ‘char’ is in fact quite a close version of the Chinese for tea, tcha. Tea was grown exclusively in China until the mid-19th century, and increasingly large amounts of it were sold to Britain from the early 18th century as it became a more and more popular drink.

Read more at http://www.rmg.co.uk/discover/explore/cup-char#Wut7TtPJE1gHHj0B.99

And Still The Fighting Does Not Cease - 759 AD and yet 1300 years later we say the same



月夜忆舍弟

戍鼓断人行
边秋一雁声
露从今夜白
月是故乡明
有弟皆分散
无家问死生
寄书长不达
况乃未休兵
yuè yè yì shè dì

shù gǔ duàn rén xíng
qiū biān yí yàn shēng
lù cóng jīn yè bái
yuè shì gù xiāng míng
yǒu dì jiē fēn sàn
wú jiā wèn sǐ shēng
jì shū cháng bú bì
kuàng nǎi wèi xiū bīng 
Garrison drum cut person movement
Autumn border one goose sound
Dew from today night white
Moon is homeland bright
Have brother all disperse
No home ask die life
Send letter all not reach
Particularly as not stop fighting
The army drums cut off human travel,
A lone goose sounds on the borderland in autumn.
Tonight we start the season of White Dew,
The moon is just as bright as in my homeland.
My brothers are spread all throughout the land,
No home to ask if they are living or dead.
The letters we send always go astray,
And still the fighting does not cease.

The army drums cut off human travel,
A lone goose sounds on the borderland in autumn.
Tonight we start the season of White Dew,
The moon is just as bright as in my homeland.
My brothers are spread all throughout the land,
No home to ask if they are living or dead.
The letters we send always go astray,
And still the fighting does not cease.

The Remains of a November Afternoon - II


The Remains of a November Afternoon


A Standing Dead Oak - that I felled yesterday afternoon



Nikola Tesla Was Awesome


Chinese Painting - 18th century



American persimmon - Diospyros virginiana (along the verge of The Pumpkin Field)


 
Not too many people of the late 2oth and present 21st century North America have eaten the native persimmon that grows wild over the middle Atlantic range of temperate forest - even those of my age - but long ago, growing up very poor and rural this was one of the available sweet treats in late fall that my father showed me how to eat when they were fully ripened and hopefully kissed by frost to dissipate the harsh astringency due to tannins which can make the unripened fruit - which might look beautiful and ripened but full of mouth puckering tannin.  These fruits shown above are wizened and almost fully ripe (I ate one which was initially lovely and delicious but with some of those lingering tannins which ruined the after-taste.  I tried a few store asian persimmons but they just don't appeal to me.  Like all wild fruit some of the wild fruits are fantastic and others are just 'blah'.  But I have a few trees that I visit in late November and in a good early frost year enjoy a great wild repast.

Chief Cook (right) and The Oyster Cook