Saturday, June 17, 2017
|Rosa 'Souvenir du Docteur Jamain' June 17 2017|
Red is the color at the longer-wavelengths end of the
spectrum of visible light next to orange, at the opposite end from violet. Red
color has a predominant light wavelength of roughly 620–740 nanometers. Light
with a longer wavelength than red but shorter than terahertz radiation and
microwave is called infrared.
Red is one of the additive primary colors of visible
light, along with green and blue, which in Red Green Blue (RGB) color systems
are combined to create all the colors on a computer monitor or television
screen. Red is one of the subtractive secondary colors, resulting from the
combination of yellow and magenta. (See CMYK color model.) Traditionally, it
was viewed as a primary subtractive colour, along with yellow and blue, in the
RYB color space and traditional color wheel formerly used by painters and artists.
Reds can vary in shade from very light pink to very dark maroon or burgundy;
and in hue from the bright orange-red scarlet or vermilion to the bluish-red
crimson. Red is the complementary color of cyan.
Grace & Elegance
Friday, June 16, 2017
|Hosta 'Liberty' June 22 2017|
My entry into serious gardening began when we moved to a mostly
shady but big garden in Kerrisdale in Vancouver in 1986. Most botanical
publications mentioned a plant called hosta. By the time we left that garden in
2015 to our present location in Kitsilano I had amassed some 600 plus of the
plant. My discerning eye (because I like hostas) could and can note the
difference between one variegated wonder and another.
But if you look closely during the growing season of this
shade tolerant (never loving) plant you might notice as I did many years ago
that the unopened flowers on the tips of the scapes (hosta lingo for stalk) are
quite elegant. When they open some of these flowers can be awfully fragrant as
is the pure white flower of Hosta
plantaginea sometimes called the August lily.
Here you can admire the graceful about-to-open bloom of Hosta
I hoed and trenched and weeded
Thursday, June 15, 2017
A Shropshire Lad
A Shropshire Lad Revisited
|Rosa 'A Shropshire Lad' June 14 2017|
In our previous large garden on Athlone Street in
Kerrisdale, Vancouver we had 85 roses. Most of them were Old Roses such as
Gallicas and Albas. We also had many English Roses.
Our garden had encroaching shade from neighbouring trees.
Many of our roses were languishing in too much shade. One of them the English
Rose Rosa ‘A Shropshire Lad’ which was and is shade tolerant simply had too
much shade. When we left our garden to move into our small Kitsilano one I left
it behind. I regretted it.
Fortunately a member of the Vancouver Rose Society informed
us that she wanted to get rid of some of her roses. One of them was Shropshire
Lad! I documented the bringing of the
very large rose from North Vancouver to our laneway garden.
Some years ago I went on a tour of Shropshire so
everything Shropshire is dear to me including A.E. Houseman’s poem.
A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
LXIII. I hoed and trenched and weeded
I HOED and trenched and weeded,
And took the
flowers to fair:
I brought them home unheeded;
The hue was not
So up and down I sow them
For lads like me
When I shall lie below them,
A dead man out of
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the
But here and there will flower
And fields will yearly bear them
spring comes on,
And luckless lads will wear them
When I am dead and
I have at my age of almost 75 a preference for the above
|Rosa 'A Shropshire Lad' on left followed by Souvenir du Docteur Jamain, Chapeau de Napoléon and William Lob|
Performances That Have Melted Into Thin Air
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
|Marco Soriano - 2003|
In July 2006 I went to see a production of Angels in
The actors were Sarah Rodgers, Marco Soriano, Denis Simpson and Alan
Morgan. I had the delightful pleasure of having photographed at one time or
another all four. Now today June 14 2017 that striking show has hit home in a
Angels in America
Angels in America II
Are Melted into Thin Air
Denis Simpson is dead, Sarah Rodgers is a renowned
theatrical director, Alan Morgan is sort of retired and Marco Soriano (his
birthday today) teaches others his profession.
As my Rosemary’s cat Casi-Casi slept next to me I gave all
the above some thought. In my years in Vancouver I have gone to many concerts,
plays, art exhibitions and dance. None if any have been recorded on hard copy.
They remain in my memory that they indeed happened. In some cases my blogs (since
January 2006) are my personal records and remind me that all those events still
live within me.
Many of my slides, negatives and prints have made it in the
past onto newspapers and magazines. As memory of these magazines and
publications fade (as well as the fading hard copies) I myself fade into
oblivion as we all must even if we purchase a park bench with our name on it.
But at the very least the presence of these negatives and
slide in my files are tactile examples of aspects of my life.
What to those living three actors of that long ago Angels in
America have? What of those talented dancers by the likes of Cory Caulfield,
Emily Molnar, Evelyn Hart, Wen Wai Wang, Sandrine Cassini, Crystal Pite and
many others have except faded movements in the memories of those who were
This fleeting wonder is but a preparation for our eventual
death. But we must keep the memories alive for as long as we can. We owe it to
Happy birthday Marco!
Love Is Doing - Rosemary Does
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
|Earl & Ruth Brooks, Rosemary & Alex Circa 1970 Arboledas, Estado de México|
My relationship with my mother was a conundrum of mislaid
emotion. She constantly told me that love was not saying but doing. Based on
that my mother did everything she could to satisfy all my rational and
irrational needs. And she sacrificed a life to give me a good education.
My mother and my young wife got along well, probably because
both were constantly doing something, one for her son, the other for her
Both were reticent about showering me with caresses and
kisses. Only once do I remember my mother saying, “Rosemary adores you. Do your
best to respect that.”
|Filomena de Irureta Goyena Hayward, Rosemary & Alexandra, Veracruz, Mexico circa 1969|
Forty nine years later I cannot live one day without needing the
presence of my Rosemary. Today I dropped her off at the University of British
Columbia Hospital for her scheduled operation to replace her left knee at what
would have been 12:45. It is mid-afternoon here in our Kitsilano home and I
feel completely lost.
It seems that the dishwasher (only Rosemary uses it) is not
loading up with water. This could be a cycle problem but I have no way of
checking the manual as only Rosemary would know where it is.
Our lovely queen-sized bed looks larger than usual. Rosemary’s
Casi-Casi is on it and I don’t have to share with him that we both miss our
|Rosemary & Ale, Varacruz 1969|
Perhaps to while the emptiness of the afternoon, I have
scanned a few circa 1970 negatives featuring Rosemary, my mother and my in-laws.
In one you will note that Rosemary has the most beautiful legs you could
possibly gaze on any woman.
Rosemary will be back Thursday afternoon and she has vowed
that she will not wear pants to hide whatever scar she may have. I approve of
this as her legs, scar or not, are supremely beautiful legs. I will be her
nursemaid for a while. Perhaps I can apply my mother’s dictum that love is not
saying but doing.
I will do my best.
|Rosemary circa 1969 Mexico City|
|Rosemary & Ale, Mocambo Beach, Veracruz Feb 1969|
Resistentialism & Free Will
Monday, June 12, 2017
|Brother Edwin Reggio, C.S.C. |
In the mid to late 50s at St. Edward’s High School, a
Catholic boarding school in Austin, Texas we used to waste time in our religion
class (really a class of theology) by asking what we thought were dumb
questions. I remember one day that we asked Brother Edwin Reggio, C.S.C. if we
had free will and if he could explain it.
He told us that God was at the top of a mountain looking
down on a hairpin curve. He could see two cars coming from opposite directions
and He knew they would collide. He left it at that. It took us a while for us
to catch on the depth of Brother Edwin’s explanation.
These days I cannot as yet be sure if we humans have free
will but I do believe that inanimate objects may have some version of it. It is
called resistentialism. This word is about objects that we mistreat or throw
around. They (consider that the plural of it is they) don’t like it and
they get back on us by not working or by twisting themselves as all my
photographic chords routinely do. In a story by Ray Bradbury about a man who
mistreats his electric devices, one morning he is attacked by his electric
razor. I can just look at some of my equipment and it will stop working then and there. So we have resistentialism and the proof, perhaps, of individual volition
in stuff we believe has no soul.
But with the increasing encroachment of so called “intelligent”
apparatus that is supposed to make our life easier how do you explain that
today my Galaxy 6 would not make phone calls. The device informed that there
was no network.
In the afternoon while walking to Canadian Tire I spied a
Telus shop. I went in and asked a nice young man to fix my phone. He told me
that when in doubt the first thing to do is to turn the phone off and turn it
on again. That worked. He then told me, “Your phone app was frozen.” There was
no forthcoming additional explanation given. I would have asked (but didn’t),”Why
did the phone app freeze?”
Once I got into my car (it is a 2017 Cruze that is a
computer on four wheels) I was informed (not verbally as I have shut her off)
that my phone was not connected and that I had to pair (a new word in my
vocabulary since January 2017) the phone to the car. I tried and tried with no
results. Why would my phone suddenly not be paired? Then I thought (this had
happened before randomly a few weeks ago) about it and went to my phone
settings to Bluetooth. The Bluetooth sign was in off. Why was it in off? Who
put it in off? I turned it on and my phone was now paired.
I believe that our so-called AI devices have free will. It
is a free will that thwarts humans.
If I were a device designer I would install a button in
these phones (computers, too) that would freeze our choices and keep them that
way until told by we humans to do it differently to our specifications. Thus my
phone would be permanently locked on Bluetooth and my car would for eternity
not tell me, “You are approaching a narrow lane.”