Shiny and bright and
Ready to bite.
From our recent visit to the beautiful Ile d’Orleans in Quebec.
weekly photo challenge
Weekly Photo Challenge: Shine
Those of you who follow The Changing Palette will know where I am this weekend.
Whatever the weather
it’s always shining around our beautiful granddaughter.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Local
For this week’s photo challenge Jen asks us to
“share what “local” means to you, and show us where your heart is.”
What could be more local than the pub and sport’s bar across the street from
Kitsilano Beach Park down the road here in Vancouver.
I described Kitsilano Beach as my “Muse” in my Canada Day post in 2015.
Take a look and you’ll see why my heart is so often there.
Discover Challenge: Mixing Media
For this week’s Discover Challenge: Mixing Media, Michelle asks us to “publish a post containing the kind of work you’d normally publish — but mix it with a second type of media, either digital or analog.”
This seemed to be the perfect opportunity to revisit some of the paintings that many of you will have seen on The Changing Palette over the past year. Using iMovie on my MacBook Air I have pulled them together in a short video and added the sublime accompaniment of Glen Gould playing one of Bach’s Goldberg Variations. I hope you enjoy it.
“There’s a battle outside and it is ragin'”
I couldn’t resist re-purposing this image, which I originally posted three years ago, as a final submission for this week’s Photo Challenge: H2O, to celebrate the Nobel Prize for Literature being awarded to Bob Dylan today. I shall never forget hearing “The Times They Are A Changin'” for the first time in the sixties. His lyrics seem even more relevent today than they did all those years ago.
Read them, listen to them, reflect on them.
“Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.”
Bob Dylan 1963
Weekly Photo Challenge: H2O
a year of sundays
This week Cheri asks us to “look to the bond between human and animal for inspiration…If you currently have or have had a pet,”she writes, “you know the bond between human and animal is special, strong, and irreplaceable.”
Well the bond between Sunday, who walked into our lives twelve years ago on a Sunday, and me is indeed “special strong and irreplaceable.” These twelve calendar photos show why, particularly the last one where she has joined me in the studio and where she is right now as I am writing this post.
Wishing all my friends here in Canada a very Happy Thanksgiving.
Falling for the Falls in the Fall
Montmorency Falls, Quebec
Back home in Vancouver after our memorable visit to Québec, a photo for this week’s Photo Challenge: H2O to add to my 1000th post yesterday with this view approaching the Montmorency Falls in the Parc de la Chute-Montmorency on what was simply a perfect Fall day.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgia
You may remember my painting Dad’s Tools for Day 330 of my Studio 365 last November. I thought for this week’s Photo Challenge: Nostalgia, in which Jeff Golinski asks, “What kinds of experiences stir emotions for the past within you?” this photograph of the tools, some of which are over seventy years old and which I still use lovingly today, would be the perfect answer to his question.
Dad’s Tools I 26.11.15
Dad’s Tools II 27.11.15
Weekly Photo Challenge: Quest
I have been struggling how best to respond to this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge from Cheri in which she asks, “what quest means to you.”
Initially I thought, somewhat philosophically, that I would explore trying to represent the quest we all have had at some point in our lives for “the meaning of life,” but this week watching the horror and tragedy in Aleppo becoming more desperate each day, and seeing the heartbreaking images of little children, the same age as my beautiful granddaughter who is fifteen months old today, being pulled from the rubble of their homes, it is clear that the meaning of life had ended for them before it had even had a chance to begin.
Watching on my laptop one of Jeremy Bowen’s reports from Syria, one image stood out as a metaphor for all the White Helmet volunteer relief workers, first responders and medics who have lost their lives in the name of peace and humanity trying to save these children and families. This ambulance had been pulverized in targeted bombing and on its side are the words HAS YOUR HEART DIED, and hidden behind the pillar I believe the words read ALONG WITH YOUR CHILDREN?
How else to express both outrage and sadness but with pen and brush, ink and paper, as I have done too many times before:
And so you ask what is my answer to Cheri’s question,”What does quest mean to you?”It is simply that one day those responsible for these war crimes will be held accountable and brought to justice.
Aleppo 25.9.16
Here is the link to Jeremy Bowen’s report from September 14th:
Syria ceasefire: Aleppo district “pulverized”
Dedicated to five-year-old Rawan Alowsh who was pulled alive by her pony tail from the rubble last Friday and sadly to the memory of her three sisters and one brother, who were all killed in the airstrike together with their father, Mohammad Alowsh, 28, and mother, 30-year-old Kefaeh.
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