Sunday, September 30, 2012


I will be bouncing around a wee bit with my summer postings depending on where the images are presently stored. Our Jasper camping was a mix of wonderful and dreadful. The days were a might hot in the mountain meadows and lake shorelines, though if one were to seek the coolness in shade under the trees needle-stabbing blood-seeking mosquitoes pounced their prey. Ouch!  Mornings and dusk into the night mosquitoes were deadly; settling into bed was a nightly slap-fest, and I am not talking spousal abuse here, our poor wee van was a mess of bloody bug carcass. So during the days we took advantage of the respite from being needled and did much slow wandering scouting birds, but before I get to the birds I thought you might enjoy to see images of the event we went to Jasper to attend.

These photos are from The Nations of Jasper mini powwow in august, though this is at a public event most  shots are taken from behind to preserve the dancers privacy, especially young dancers.
 This beaded buckskin dress cape is a beautiful work of art which must entail hundreds of hours work. I know it would take me years to do that much beading. The dancer said she made a good trade, a car for the dress. That amount of beads are quite heavy, such a strong stately dancer.
Men's Fancy dancer

 Fancy Shawl dancers remind me of butterflies flitting across flower filled meadows.

 Jingle Dress dancers.
I was once told that a person may gift a jingle dress dancer and ask them to dance a prayer to help someone who needs healing.

 Traditional Women's dancing

Dancing the flags and staffs out of the arbor concluded the powwow. I have no photos of the dance-in as we had been invited to dance-in with one of our elders.

The setting sun giving one last blessing for the day.
I love how the sun's last kiss adds blush to the mountain tops.
I hope you enjoyed this tiny visual of a portion of our summer adventures. Hugs!

Friday, September 21, 2012

four an twenty blackbirds

I've been having to "set" again, much to my dismay as I don't do setting well. Pain gets me crabby, worsened by not being able to do anything, nothing, nadda.  What sucks most is all it takes is one slight wrong move and wham stuck in bed barely able to move. Once again my ribs "popped' really! I heard the sound in my back and said "oh shit" and was scared to move. 
The following day my back and lower floating ribs were sore right round to the tips, though sore I thought I could crochet, nope, next day worse, third day my husband slightly touched my ribs when he went to kiss me hello and did I ever scream, the neighbours probably figure he beats me, poor guy. 
The pain now is slowly retreating towards my side and back where the "Pop" sound came from and my ribs feel as though they are pulled taunt with wire mesh. 
The joys and fun of being a "Gimp" not what I figured life would be like but its the hand I've been dealt so it best to play and sometimes create silly kitschy stuff and not give a darn. (I painted more funky yard art which I will post when I can pick up the camera to photograph them) but enough of that and on to remembering our southern Alberta camping spree and sharing a memory or two and some images taken in august.

We daly along country roads just to see what we may see. Now what the heck is on the road  I ask while attempting to shoot through dust-washed windshield.
 Lift of wings a flutter like waves tumbling the sky.

Massive flocks of migrating blackbirds so fascinating we watched for about an hour as they lift from farm stubble to leaf out barren trees with color and sheen then back again seemingly to disappear into newly cut yellow shafts. There were red-winged, yellow headed, brewers blackbirds as well as grackles, cowbirds and I even noticed a starling.
We seen large flocks off in the distance as well as the hundreds of blackbirds near us. It was pretty amazing to witness how many birds band together for safety during migration. A small hawk soared past and was hastily escorted away. So amazing.

Bums up times two, a couple busy bees sharing natures nectar. Life is grand when you have someone to love and share with.

Flying flowers.
 Coursing the currents south of Donalda hawks were playing, tumbling, swooping and soaring, ahh the joys of aerial acrobatics. I remember a time when I could fly.
 Encountered dragon slayers near small ponds.
This young hawk was having a time of it attempting to perch upright in the afternoon wind gusts. In southern Alberta the winds would pick up during the day which was a relief otherwise the heat would have been unbearable for me.

Early morn I spied elusive Doves, this one, no so evasive let me closer than the others.

A sapsucker

Love the red blush in the morning light.

So many migrating birds, yet so few clear shots, but thats the way of it. Like a shooting star we must awe in the precious moments of Creations glorious gifts.
May your day be blessed with kindness.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

artists painting the fence; are the neighbours getting leery?

 I find Edmonton winters dreary lacking in color, sooo this is my attempt at a bit of color to see me through the winter. I'm considering to add more on this side but for now it will suffice as its cheerful.
I found the wooden swan candlestick holder at a garage-sale and added a solar light to it. I am so lucky that my endearing sweetie humours me; he attached the funky post tops I made from wood block scraps. All the post toppers are varied as I do like a touch of artistic eccentricity. I still need to photograph the back yard ones. 

 On the opposite side of the yard is a loon which can be seen from the street, it took two days to design and paint. The neighbours on that side have given thumbs up. I still need to make post toppers here though they will be designed to go with the painting. Maybe I can find dragonfly solar lights and attach one to the top post so it will look like its of the bulrush reed.
I wish you all a wonderful week, big hugs!

Friday, September 7, 2012

the Monarch of Emmerson Bridge

We are now returned from our travels of Alberta. A vacation filled with geographical variety, rich eye-candy views and a few new birds. Now to the task of sorting and editing reference material gathered from varied areas of the province; o-my, why-o-why do I take so many images - - - I love the heavy click of the shutter, its addicting, sigh.
What a time, our fourth trip out had to await my return of strength so it was with great joy to be on the road again after over a week of dreadful pain and lack of mobility. We headed south towards Cyprus Hills though only made it as far as Emmerson Bridge the first night where the wonderful hosts Bob and Dianne made us very welcome. We enjoyed the treed campsite and warm nightly camp fires as the evenings were coolish. Many migrating birds captured our attention moving fast through leaves gorging    berries and bugs for the long journeys to be undertaken. We stayed two nights giving us opportunity to climb the hillside of the ravine under the watchful eye of a male Kestrel. The Prairie meadow flowers and the view were well worth the climb. It amazes me how many aster and false dragons head blooms were still present though the cactus blooms were done and the pods were withdrawing, shrivelling back into the earth though the reddish spikes were still abundant enough to be seen easily. A juvenile Golden Eagle flew overhead as small birds flitted throughout the thick sages and cricket choirs competed with the wind which whistled and droned through our eardrums. Prairie morning silence is deceiving as warm winds are conjured and grow ever-stronger till evening when suddenly as though a fan were unplugged the air stills leaving only echoes reverberating through the ears.

Monarchs have been seen a fluttering in Edmonton this year and many cocoons blossomed with the flowers at Edmonton Naturalization Garden and though I was not able to capture the northerly monarchs I was lucky to capture this one on my camera at Emmerson Bridge.
Enjoy, Hugs!