So this is it, the last post for 2011, but I have a new plan in place for 2012 and I am excited to get started posting on new topics. I am proud that I made at least 365 posts in 2011, but I am pleased that I am not committing to 7 posts a week in 2012.
Thanks to the people who have visited my site this year. I hope many of you will keep checking in either as a follower or as an occasional visitor.
The 52 preset topics for Wednesdays & Thursdays are available as pages by clicking under the napping cat header. Some Mondays I’ll make a post involving music. Tuesdays I will continue sharing travel photos, especially scanning in photos from trips taken before my first digital camera purchase. And Fridays will be for food, in any form that takes my fancy.
I decided to use a photo from my first hop across the pond, in 1998, for this final 2011 posting. It is from Regents Park in London. May your path be long even if not so straight and formal. Farewell 2011 – Hello 2012.
I have not been really scared recently. It took me a while to figure out what to post today, but then it came to me. It might have been one of the last trips my husband and I took before purchasing a digital camera. We had done this long rail road trip on vintage equipment where we got in late each night due to equipment problems and were up very early each morning to begin again. When we had left Prince Rupert by B.C. ferry and arrived in Port Hardy it had been another long day and short night. I was actually fairly pleased we would have a day on a bus. But things did not go that well. The bus had a mechanical problem, and it was a holiday. In order to keep the bus moving we could not have A/C. Our bus driver was a kindly older man dealing with a grumpy bunch of travel weary Americans. But he was doing his best, until he slumped over and the bus started to go off the road. Well my husband leapt up and took the steering while and managed to apply the brake. He called back to the rest of the passengers asking for a doctor, no one answered, but in a few seconds a couple of people who had some emergency training came forward. They were able to take the driver, a good-sized man, out of the bus, and to revive him, although I believe he remained unconscious . My husband, however, was hesitant to leave his position holding the steering wheel and brake. Now that is the part of this adventure that was the biggest scare for me. I so wished someone more mechanically inclined would step forward and figure out how to turn the bus off. It seemed like eternity before someone who had driven lumber trucks came forward. My husband wasn’t eager to give up control but I was much relieved once he did.
Not to leave you hanging, everyone on the bus was OK, but the driver did not survive. I already had a head cold on the bus ride. I still had it two or three days later when we flew out of Vancouver and back to Montreal. My ears did not unclog for sometime after landing. Like I needed another scare to end that trip. As vacations go that is the one I would never want to relive.
Medieval English cathedrals generally had two elaborate structures for the reading of scripture, one for the Gospel, and another on the opposite side of the aisle for the Epistles. But the more modern practice is for a single lectern, in the form of an eagle with outstretched wings. This is the lectern is in Salisbury Cathedral. The photo was taken at Christmas time as you can infer from the nativity figures in the background. From the reader’s side of the lectern you can see how its structure is designed to support an oversize text.
Weddings can be simple or elaborate. Hopefully when a couple marry it is for love and many years together. I never knew the groom in this photo. He died young. The bride in the photo was the aunt who raised me from the time I was five. It has remains my favorite wedding photo of all time to this day.
It would be hard to be have to decide between being deaf or blind. Most of the time I think I would select being blind because I can not imagine giving up the ability to converse or listen to music. Yet when I look back at pictures, especially pictures with a riot of colors like the one below, I know I would miss seeing such sights.