When our kids were younger, we camped several times every summer because it was affordable and it was something we enjoyed. My wife grew up camping with her family right up until her mid-teens. As a city boy camping was not something I’d really ever done. I got the hang of it quickly, though, so you can imagine that after 20 years, it was a disappointment for us when we had to suspend our annual summer forays into the provincial parks. Disappointment is actually a gross understatement, in 2007 the doctors found I had cancer and camping was the least of our concerns while we dealt with the crap that goes along that type of diagnosis. Continue reading “Return to the parks”
April 21, 2014
In my last post I wrote about a visit to the abandoned village of Jazirat al Hamra in the UAE. Archeologists believe use of this area dates back as far as the 16th century. Today, the once thriving village echoes in empty homes, places of business and worship constructed with coral stone, and bricks formed from sand and seashells. The families left the village about 46 years ago when the demand for the pearls they harvested went to new markets in Japan. The government offered newer accommodations, schools and better jobs. Where I grew up we’d call that a resettlement program. Continue reading “Origins – how new projects begin”
April 1, 20114
One of my goals for this year’s trip to Dubai was to do some exploring on my own. I really wanted to get “downtown” to see how this muslim city compared to the western ones I know.
Continue reading “Seeking shade”
I am thousands of miles from where I was. A rooster has been crowing all morning, later today we will see him leading a hen or two a long a path beside the road. They know to avoid the traffic and won’t wander far from home. Continue reading “What came before”
November 24, 2013
My first time at a rodeo was not what I’d expected. Situated in a field just west of Orangeville Ontario, RAM Rodeo mid-season championships drew a decent crowd for Saturday’s show. We joined other photographers along the aluminum fencing, and provided we didn’t get in the way, we were granted access behind the scenes where the riders and animals got ready for their events.
It was back where the young men prepared to ride, where I expected to see adrenaline fuelled bravado that I found instead camaraderie, concern for the safety of the men and for the animals, and an almost methodical process leading to the actual ride.
Continue reading “RAM Rodeo”