Yesterday I ate fruit cake my Mum made for her wedding, and it still tasted good. Few people get to eat food older than they are, and can say they enjoyed it.
One of the greatest things to come out of the 70s was me. Another of those great things was this cake. Both made, in part, by my Mum.
I learned more about the 1970s too by looking in a photo album. Here’s Bengough’s water tower accident. Mum said a vehicle was crushed, and the rink got clipped, but no one was hurt.
I helped invent and host a city bus tour to a movie theatre from the Riddell Centre on Tuesday evening. It went very well, even though our bus was 20 minutes late when first leaving. The weather was astoundingly perfect, and the ten people who went all seemed to enjoy the evening very much. I think UR Sustainability Club will organize another tour like this one, later this semester.
Half of the group saw “Elysium” [7/10] a futuristic movie about a man dying to get to a satellite habitat where magical medical technology can heal nearly anything. The other went to the World’s End, or something like that. They seemed shocked by what they saw. The movie I saw was alright, but probably won’t watch it again.
-Road Killed Rattle Snake
There are not a lot of rattlesnakes around the park, especially the East Block of the park where Wood Mountain is. Nick, who is with Brenda showing off the snake skin, almost stepped on one by accident last week and it didn’t even try to bite him.
The snakes are mostly interested in these guys
Watch these videos, as the numbers get bigger at the end of the titles.
Deer at a gravel pit. Fossils in this pit go back to at least 13 Million years ago, and contain horse, rhino, and other animals from ancient Saskatchewan well before ice ages scraped much of the province flat like it is around Regina.
Beautiful weather, and beautiful music.
There’s presently no planned music festival in Wood Mountain for 2014, but I hope that changes.
The Wood Mountain Folk Festival is today, Saturday Aug. 24, 2013, at the Mergel Ranch. On Friday I drove down from Regina in my $50 rental car (for 3 days, from Enterprise). It’s getting 5.7L/100km highway driving in ECO mode. 2013 Elantra, Hyundai. I successfully passed a semi along the way in the hills.
Is this a finger? Not photoshopped.
I looked through Limerick’s centennial garden.
If this wasn’t so far away, I’d take many more photos on this hill at Lakenheath.
Here’s a bell I hadn’t seen before, and the Melaval, Sask. inscription surprised me!
It hailed in Assiniboia while I was at a steak fundraiser dinner. $15, but my parents treated me.
Still plenty of time to make it to Folk Fest from Regina, it’s under 3 hours drive, and there’s only gravel for the last eleven miles. The music starts in the evening, after a farmers’ market. The music is $45, and includes free camping on site at the festival, on the ranch.
Well, when isn’t photography art? Maybe quite often, but there’s no disputing the photos of Naomi Harris are art. She seems to take a lot of people photos, while I prefer landscapes and architecture as they are more readily available in rural Saskatchewan.
“I just decided to do this trip to learn more about my own country, because I’ve seen more of Europe and the U.S,” Harris said in a phone interview from Minnesota.
“It’s almost as if there’s a reason why the provincial borders are drawn where they are. Even passing from Saskatchewan into Manitoba, it completely changes within a short distance. We’re all Canadians and we share something as Canadians, but there are so many cultural differences from province to province.”
In Saskatchewan, she photographed people at a Weyburn demolition derby, seniors sitting in the shallow water of Lake Manitou, an Ituna resident who at the time was Canada’s oldest woman, and residents of Poor Man’s reservation in the Battlefords area.
“I really liked Saskatchewan,” Harris said. “Friends said I’d breeze through because there’s nothing there. But there were so many interesting people and things to see.”
I too have traveled to most places in Canada, and many States, because it’s easily accessible to a young person with a camera. I must admit I’m envious that she’s got a grant to go further north in Canada to see the sites up there.
This is my new best meteor photo, and it came with some faint aurora (northern lights) at the bottom of the frame too!
CFI had a star party for watching the Perseid meteor shower on Saturday night. There should be more meteors tonight too, so head outside and look up for a few minutes and you’ll probably catch one or a few.
The group of us saw at least 2 impressive fireballs at different times. We saw the ISS make two passes overhead, and a smattering of other satellites. Some people saw an Iridium flare from a satellite. And the camp fire and food was fantastic also. What a great night!
On Friday night I was out with Jesse and we listened to Feist in Victoria Park.
Camp fire with a misty lens from the fog. Driving through it, it looked like we were at warp speed on the grid roads.
I ended up at a house concert in Indian Head. It’s interesting where life takes you when you don’t plan your day.
Dan Frechette and Laurel Thomsen are on their way down to southern California and across the USA touring very soon.
More may be coming later if Brien remembers to find time to upload when he’s back in Toon town.
The home is among the oldest buildings in the province, having once served as a hospital.
Earlier in the day, on our way to pick raspberries, the clouds were not co-operating. The mosquitoes made us pay for them, in blood, too.
I know it’s a joke song, but I like it anyway. It’s so bad, it’s good. And I finally found the original video.
June 29, 2013
I’ve been at the Lafleche 100 celebration on Canada Day long weekend. There were few people my age who I knew, and many of the oldest generation who I grew up with has passed away in the past decades. Cliff Day, who I remember from even the 1980s, passed away in May of this year. Homecomings can be like that, reminded of how everything has changed from my perspective. It’s still been worth going, and I’m headed back on Sunday morning.
I arrived with Dad, as the 11am parade was winding down. On the side street, where some WWII veterans in golf carts had finished driving through the parade, I heard one exclaim to the other, “We made it.”
The lady at the registration desk recognized Saskboy when I put it on my name-tag. She didn’t remember what she’d read, but recalled it upset her.
I’m off to bed now, and I’ll pick this blog up tomorrow.
Got roped into going to church with my parents, before the pancake breakfast. The breakfast was good, it was self-serve, so I got enough to eat. Then I helped a Radio-Canada journalist get some photos and interviews he needed.