happy anniversary to an old friend

Homage to Sgt Pepper

When I read that today is Sgt Pepper Day, celebrating the 50th anniversary of the release of one of my favorite records of all time I remembered that the record that I bought fifty years ago lives in a box of vinyls in the basement of our house. Since it has been many years since I last took it out it seemed the perfect time to re-visit an old friend that was once so familiar to me.  Like many of you I suspect, I knew all the words to all of the great songs, but one in particular left a lasting impression.

    

    

Listening to When I’m Sixty Four in 1967 it seemed to be so many years into the future that I couldn’t imagine ever being such an age. Now, fifty years later, I see sixty four in my rear view mirror by a few years.  What happened? Well, I still have my Valentine and even my hair, but best of all beautiful “Grandchildren on my knee,” so “Who could ask for more.”

Enjoy John, Paul, George and Ringo from one of the greatest albums of all time…

…”They’re guaranteed to raise a smile

Friends

Only words necessary to accompany my submission to this week’s Photo Challenge: Friend
Trick or Covfefe 🎃

maturday

A girl can never have enough shoes however old she is matted and framed.

I painted this after the birth of our first granddaughter who is twenty three months old today and excited to meet her cousin who is now six days old. Two of the most beautiful little girls in the world – do I sound like a proud grandpa? – it’s allowed I think 🙂

WPC: Evanescent

Evanescent

For this week’s Photo Challenge Krista asks us to
show a moment in time that holds meaning for you.

No surprise that I would wish to share this special moment in time like no other after our beautiful new granddaughter was born just a few days ago. It is all about love, joy, trust and hope. It raised my spirits into the stratosphere, hopefully it will raise yours too.

day of sorrow

A day of sorrow and despair for the families and friends of too many innocent, precious lives lost and injured in Manchester. I would like to express my sympathy and condolences to them all and my gratitude to those who have shown the true face of humanity in helping them in every way possible.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Heritage

To complement Ben Huberman’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Heritage this week with his photo and description of the moving Reconciliation Pole on the University of British Columbia campus here in Vancouver these photos are also from the UBC Campus and the magnificent Museum of Anthropolgy. I have previously posted about the late great Haida artist Bill Reid’s The Raven and The First Men, which has pride of place in the Museum. Today’s images are a selection from that same visit, which I made on Remembrance Day, 2014.

The following description of the museum is taken from the MOA web site

“The Museum of Anthropology at the University of British Columbia is world-renowned for its collections, research, teaching, public programs, and community connections…MOA houses one of the world’s finest collections of Northwest Coast First People’s art in an award-winning building designed by Canadian architect Arthur Erickson. Opened in 1976, the concrete and glass structure is based on the post-and-beam structures of northern Northwest Coast First Nations. MOA’s Great Hall displays huge totem poles, feast dishes, and canoes from the Kwakwaka’wakw, Nisga’a, Gitxsan, Haida, and Coast Salish peoples, while smaller pieces in gold, silver, argillite, wood, and other materials are exhibited elsewhere in the galleries.”

Happy Mother’s Day

I know I posted this photo for International Women’s Day only two months ago, but I love the people in it so much that I had to re-post it for Mother’s Day today as it expresses everything about what being a loving mother and grandmother is all about. So, Happy Mother’s Day to these two wonderful mothers and to all the wonderful mothers, grandmothers and mothers-to-be who might be visiting thechangingpalette today, and of course to all of you who like me are remembering our own mothers, no longer with us but always lovingly in our thoughts.