Thursday, September 29, 2016

The Cornfield Fence

Lately, I have been participating in the Good Fences theme, and this is my entry for this week. I came across a corn field when I was searching for a bit of autumn colour the other day, and I posted some of those pics in yesterdays post.

But I didn't post this one which includes the fence.


Or this little collage of the same pic but a few inside the field shots (which I did post separately yesterday).



Wednesday, September 28, 2016

The Colour Advances

About a week later than my previous Tinged post, it seems time for an update. Autumn is certainly moving along, but generally speaking there is still more green than colour. However there are splashes and even drifts. I imagine that next week at the cottage will shot show fine colour, as it will be a week later, and they have already had some frost.

These first two are from almost the smae spot, viewing in opposite directions. There's a fair bit of yellow showing up.



And there are splashes of red or orange here and there.




I trespassed onto a corn field while I was out and about.



This grass was also in the corn field.


Finally, I had to capture this web down in the ditch, with much cropping because I wasn't that close, and I wasn't going to trust that bad foot of mine to get down into the ditch.


Monday, September 26, 2016

Ins and Outs

I never really cared about being part of the in-crowd back in my school days. How much of that was personality and how much was religious is difficult to say.

In terms of personality, I never really cared about fitting in too much although I always wanted to have a few good friends. There was at least one year in high school that were a little lonely when two friends moved on and my one remaining friend was slotted into a different lunch hour. So, I ate alone that year, and I suppose that I went for a walk in the second part of my lunch break ... or something. Still, he and I would more often than not meet up after school and walk over to the local variety store for a coke before the buses came to take us on our separate routes. In the bus, I was by myself, but the trip was short, and I was pretty well the first one off.

Whatever my personal proclivities and values, I was surely affected by my religious culture. When you are brought up Pentecostal, you know you are different, at least here in Canada, although I susoect  that might not be as true in much of America.

I knew I was different and had suspicions about the world. I knew that I was to in the world but not of the world, and that is a tough role for a kid to naviagte, (John 17:14, James 1:27 etc) so I know that that made me more aloof than I needed to be.

Consequently, high school was not the happiest time of my life although I didn't exactly wallow in self pity either. As I said, I usually had a few friends and pretty good friends at that, so I did have some sort of social life.

As a bit of an aside, I was never too much bothered with keeping up with 'in' clothes. I think I went through one year with pretty well two shirts and one pair of pants. Maybe it was just part of the year, for I had to adapt from shirts and ties in my former school to casual clothes in the new one. So I guess, casual clothes were in somewhat short supply for the first few months anyway.

Which does bring me to another memory of two times when I did want different clothes, and that goes back to that former school with the more formal dress code.

It is this, as silly and simple as it sounds. Since we not only wore shirts and ties but jackets too, at least sometimes, I remember wanting a suit jacket that had two back vents rather than one. For some reason this seemed important to me. I think I eventually got my heart's desire. Similarly, I wanted winter boots (rather important in Canada) with a two-zipper flap up the front and not the kid-like galoshes with a top strap that pulled around. You see, you could keep those zippers undone, let the flap hang down, and be ever so kewl. Crazy, eh?

In these years, I don't wear the almost de rigeur men's tribal piece of apparel — the ball cap. I refuse to comply. I do wear hats and caps, but they are the kind that I want to wear when I want to wear them. More about this at a later date. Probably.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

The Innocuous Stretch that changed my Life

I didn't think that I was going to talk about my injury, but Jayne's post caused me to decide otherwise. I know I have mentioned this injury in the past, but these are different times with different readers, and I will likely write about it differently as well.

I was struck with how Jayne's injury stemmed from a seemingly non-threatening situation, and I realized that such was my case, which presently haunts my later life.

Almost exactly 30 years ago except for a few months, it was the first day of summer vacation. I played a few sets of pretty competitive tennis and was feeling good about my game and looking forward to a summer with much good exercise on the court.

That evening, I took my youngest to her softball game and was warming her up before the game. We tossed a few back and forth. She threw one that I had to reach up and to my right for. I stretched up and felt a pop in my ankle. I actually felt like I heard it too, but who knows whether that is possible.

I don't know why it happened. Was there a bit of a depression which I caught just right (or wrong)? I don't really know, but I knew it was bad straight away, and the immediate swelling provided plenty of confirmation. So I made arrangements for a neighbour to take my daughter home after the game, hobbled to the car, and basically drove with my wrong foot. I got into the driveway, leaned on the horn, and asked Sue to take me to the hospital once she came outside to see what was going on.

These were the days before triage, and I sat in the waiting room quite awhile without being attended to: no ice or elevation. It irks me now to think about such lack of treatment, but that was then.

Eventually they bandaged me up and sent me home with a cane and a prescription for Tylenol 3s. I don't know how many of those pills I took that night, but it was way more than my limit, and they didn't help at all, or at least it didn't feel like they did. I was in agony,

Basically, I spent most of that summer in my recliner where I read a lot of Ludlum. Eventually I had physio and began to get back on my feet, just about in time for school to recommence two months later. Physio had been delayed because my foot had reacted to the bandages and given me a huge blister type of bubble on the inset. It was ridiculously huge.

Back to school I went without a cane and managed to play tennis again the next summer, but it was mostly less demanding doubles and not energetic singles. I remember reprogramming myself to begin my runs with my left foot and not my right, but I managed.

But the injury changed the way that my foot fell when I stepped, and 20 years after the injury, my ankle started to bother me.

Eventually, CT scans revealed the total disappearance on one cartilage plus bone chips. I could have opted for fusion surgery but results couldn't be assured. Not only that, but I wouldn't have been able to put weight on it for 6 months. With, the rest of my body and especially the left knee is not up to me hopping around for 6 months, I decided not to forego the operation.

And so, I live with a limp or at least an odd gait and feel the pain in my ankle with every step. While I don't want to overstate the pain, it does exist. I still sometimes contemplate having that operation although I still don't have a clue about how I would manage that long recovery.

So, I kind of hobble about on my slow but  almost daily walks, but I do keep at it regardless. I call it hobbling, but I trust that it isn't too noticeable. In other words, I don't think I exactly look severely injured.

That seemingly innocent action of stretching for the ball first caused a summer of inactivity and rehabilitation followed by unremitting lifetime consequences although I did have two decades where my ankle was relatively good. I guess that is something to be thankful for. But don't ask me to be overly appreciative. Okay?

Headin' Off

We're heading off to the cottage today although not exactly in the car in the photo. However, the rest of the photo of the autumn road was shot at about this time last year. Hopefully, we'll see some nice colour this year too.

Except for one pre-post that I have in the queue, I won't be posting or following any of your fine blogs for awhile.



Thursday, September 22, 2016

The Fence by Townhall

A Thursday Fence for you. The fence is across the bridge from where I am shooting, adjacent to our townhall. (No spellchecker, I like townhall as one word.)






Monday, September 19, 2016

Tinged With Maybe Just A Touch of Regret

On my little strolls, I begin to notice tinges of colour. These photos are from one walk. Soon enough autumn will be in full gallop. We are probably only two weeks form the beginning of significant colour and three or four weeks until the peak and the subsequent diminishment.

But before we get to the tinges ...


... above and below are two snaps showing how low our water is running as a result of our droughtish conditions.

Above: you can pretty much see the more usual waterline in the boulders.

Below: you see much rock in this photo, but almost none of it is visible in a normal year.


Now for the tinges of colour but also the tinges of regret. There is anticipation of the autumn colours, but tinges of regret for the passing of summer and the coming of a very long winter. No further comment needed.