MY WEB PAGES.


The address to my web pages has been changed. They can now be found at:

http://www.nfld1942.webs.com/

"MUSSELS IN THE CORNER".

MUSSELS AND BARNACLES.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.
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Dandelions: love them or hate them, they are still beautiful. Took this with telephoto lens while standing in my backdoorway, which goes to show that one does not need to travel far to find something to photograph.

TULIPS.

School's out, the tulips are up and the capelin are in: the sure signs that summer had arrived. Nothing has remained unchanged except the "capelin scull" weather .
Great monsters of the deep have vacuumed up the capelin for the purpose of extracting the spawn from the females., while the remainder , including the males, are dumped back, dead, into the ocean. Capelin being the lynchpin of the ocean's food-chain, nothing illustrates better the insufferable greed of humankind nor the oft times barbaric abuse of the ecosystem.

MY CARETAKER'S GARDEN.

She took me by the hand and helped me get this close.

Whenever I'm photogtaphing flowers.. I like to get dowm on my belly and look at them from their level; particularly when I can see their heads above the horizon.

That is no longer possible but thank God for little mercies. They confirm the preciousness of my many memories.

FOOLING AROUND.

TULIPS.

Rain or shine, they march to the beat of their own drum. Decidious trees are still as bare as a baby's bum.

THE HEAVENS DECLARE THE GLORY OF GOD....

and the solar system, which is but an infinitely small speck in the cosmos, His handiwork.

There is nothing more awesome than watching a bud unfold into leaf, for there is revealed the majesty of life: something shared by every living thing , and where the guiding principle is love for all creation: This was understood much better by the Native peoples than those who tried to convert them into our more "civilized" way of life.

To imagine that we could ever create life is as foolish as imagining that a river could ever rise above its source. The cosmetic use of herbicides and its total disregard of the consequences is but one illustration of our human folly. Cat piss precludes the cultivation of cottage gardens in the urban setting, but there they have nice green lawns. Sadly, some of the outports, are trying to mimic this stupidity. Where are the sheep and goats that used to mow the "lawns:" !! Don't go there looking for flowers unless they are the product of the local super-market , where all seeds are strictly under the control of the mercenaries. such as Monsanto.

I have no religious agenda, but I would have to be a fool not to acknowledge the power that is transcendent in the universe: call it God or whatever you wish. I watch it every time I see a bee oblige the erotic passion between a male and female flower.