Do you know who painted this picture? Nope, it’s not a trick question or a contest. The artist didn’t sign it and I am asking the question as a favour for a friend who owns it. I realize that the likelihood of a visitor knowing the artist or anything about this work is remote, but I promised to help the owner use the Internet to at least ask. And the obvious place to start is right here. Continue reading Who is the Artist?
Last week I visited the Canadian War Museum in Ottawa. I took a few pictures in the World War I section and then put the camera away in frustration. On the way over, I had made the mistake of driving by that mausoleum on Parliament Hill. My ability to focus on gas attacks and trench warfare was gone: by the time I reached the museum, all I could think about was the war in Afghanistan. Continue reading Keep Your Enemies Closer
Did you know that until World War II, the only land links spanning Canada from coast to coast were railway tracks? It’s true, the war stimulated the Canadian government to build roads between small towns north of Lake Superior (where I was raised) so motor vehicle traffic could eventually cross the country, too. There were good reasons. Three sets of track stretched over this area. If German saboteurs ever blew up three bridges simultaneously, our country’s only method of land transportation would have been severed, at least temporarily. Continue reading Mighty Miniatures of Quinte
I couldn’t believe the candor the first time someone admitted to me that he would never try kayaking because it terrified him. I had just pulled my 18-foot kayak up on beach in a park in Peterborough when this pleasant, middle-aged man stopped by. First he asked a few questions and then he made this startling admission. Continue reading Kayaker Drowned by Skirt?