Kitsilano beach park on a clear, crisp, sunny October day: Autumn perfect.
Since this is the first day of Photography 101 in which the assignment is to share an image that means home I thought this would fit perfectly. On thechangingpalette you will find many photos of Kitsilano Beach taken at different times of the day and evening, as you will see in the related links below.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest Act 4, scene 1. William Shakespeare
Was I still dreaming of the Painted Hall at the Old Royal Naval College in Greenwich when I took this picture of the moon shining through our library window at 3:30 this morning?
The hall was designed by Sir Christopher Wren and Nicholas Hawksmoor, and the interior decorated by James Thornhill.
The wall and ceiling decorations of the hall depict the succession of English monarchs from William and Mary to George 1. The College was originally Greenwich Hospital where disabled sailors of the Royal Navy lived and were treated from 1692 1869.
The title quote is from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 5 Scene 1.
Sudden summer wind…
Grasses dance and ripple with
Waves of sight and sound.
This brief film is of the fields behind The Maltings, Ely, Cambridgeshire in England.
The sound of the wind blowing through the rushes is for this week’s travel theme from Ailsa: Noise.
Sailing up to the glacier’s edge in Glacier Bay, Alaska on the elegant SS Arcadia, proud member of the P & O fleet, sadly no longer with us.
Arcadia entered Glacier Bay on June 1st 1970 and was the largest ship ever to have sailed in these waters on this first Alaskan Cruise. Here is the entry in the diary I kept during that remarkable summer, a summer that still remains fresh in my memory:
“Monday 1st of June: The climax to the whole cruise – Glacier Bay. How to describe the beauty of this awe inspiring scene. We felt we had arrived at the end of the world. Nothing but these magnificent mountain peaks, the silence and us. Slowly we moved round the bay exploring its hidden most channels, gliding up to the glacial faces, blasting the ship’s horn in the hope that we might produce an icefall – with no result other than the echo reverberating about us for a full minute. We saw seals playfully swimming beside us. I think there was no one who wasn’t moved by the sight. The sheer unexplored natural beauty that surrounded us is something we shall never forget.”
“Lets meet in the Departure Hall of Waterloo Station at 11:15. I’ll be waiting on the steps by the escalator wearing a yellow hoodie. You can’t miss me, and make sure you’re not being followed. If you haven’t arrived by 11:30 I’ll assume that you have been and will see you there. Remember to bring the tickets and your passport. Not long now!”
to be continued…
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