Can you imagine the photography used in those days, and what we have today in terms of our digital cameras. It certainly is amazing in comparison.
I was lucky enough to have pictures saved of my great grandparents. It is always interesting to see where you came from, and what the background is in one's history. Some think Plato less than human in emotions and some think a unhappy existance. It truly is not so.:)
Some might wonder indeed what is so beautiful about this landscape below. Really, when you see the fields waving as they do close to harvesting season, you'd realize how captive it is.
Some might of thought I would have been talking about the "stringy theory issues" but no, this is about something else. It's about the views of what my Great grandparents saw when they came to this country, and saw some of what you are seeing here.
I wanted to add a earlier post written last year It was Called,
Where Memories are Stored in TimeFortunately the person behind this lense caught a important part of my bloodline's history. Using the camera, they caught a "frame" of this history and quickly, it was dismissed to the realization, that the imagination no longer requires us to see what we could create in mind. We have come to rely on what can be created for us?
Life memory does not include the images that are beammed through time for us and encapsulated? Do we remember?
Have we forgotten, the clean air that once pervaded this planet? They took the population of this countries people and urbanized them to city dwellings?
Everyone has a family history. This is part of mine. The world was very much different then.
Have we forgotten the room that existed for people, to make there livelihoods? Today, to become more concerned with a window view of some office. Is it the status that would allow our mind to roam in a freer space, then the four walls confined?
City Dwellers have forgotten their roots. Water that might have been scarce in the summer sun, would be collected as ground water. This was used to feed the livestock, and support the families drinking concerns.
Today we turn on taps and and we don't give this another thought.
As we look to our grandchildren skating on the pond, and look "beyond" to the landscape, what mind is it that the frame of all these images are recorded, and forgotten for ever?
Every child now does not see, what ever child before them saw. Every child does not know what the parent knows? Have we become good modulators of form?
I wanted to add this post that was previously written as well.
Where Hockey Started, and Horses Live Platos Human face?
There is a human side to the faces of Bloggers? We just tend to forget, that human attributes could have been wiped out in a very technical world.
This is of my grand children feeling the ice in November of 2005.
Why Canadians become Great at Hockey?
It's always nice to feel the earth under your feet, or the smell of wood smoke from a fire burning. To hear the wind, and feel it effects on your face. The smell of horseshit is not always that endearing, but being in touch with one's human side you learn to empathize with those around you.
At twenty five below celcius you have to wonder about cozy temperatures of the far south
The fellow on the left facing you is my boy.:) In the middle is his son Jake, and the mother to the right, with head not seen, Tisha.
So here we are.
Today OutsideSo now I am going to bring you today and some of the nice things that reminds of us of where we are in our lives.
My wife was outside today, taking some pictures of the snow that fell yesterday. She said these pictures in particluar were taken to remind us of the winter,in the summer time, when it gets warm. Keep it as a screen saver
While the thing of nature would seem so cold, a snow that many down south would not see, it will remain strange and foreign to some. To us, it is a very beautiful scenery when the suns shines.
IN the SummerShe is very good at picture taking and I just wanted to show the collage of flowers that she grew outside our home. She indeed has the "green thumb" in this family.