Showing posts with label pictures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pictures. Show all posts

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Halan'olo fa tian-janahary


This is a piece of printed cotton fabric I've had for years, someone gave it to me when I lived in Ottawa. It is about six feet by four. A friend went to Madagascar for several years and gave this to me as a souvenir.  When I first got this the internet did not really exist in its present form, you couldn't look up stuff on it as easily as you can now. But every once in a while I'd try to find out what the words on it meant by entering them in the browser search field, my latest effort rendered a translation of "Humility is a natural idea".

In my most recent issue of Aramco World there is an article on kangas, and it turns out that that is what this is, a kanga. It is an East African piece of clothing, women often wear them in pairs: one piece covers the body from the armpits down, the other is draped over the head and shoulders. They are usually very colourful. Men wear them too, often just draped over their shoulders.

A kanga has three main features: a central pattern, a border pattern, and a saying along the lower border edge, usually in Swahili. This one is in Malagash, the language of Madagascar. Malagasy people like the central pattern to be a picture of some kind, often a pastoral scene. This one is obviously not pastoral, but very striking.

I used to think that the words on this piece of fabric were somehow related to the picture, but it turns out that they are not. In fact if the translation is true it seems to me almost antithetical, there is nothing humble about this seascape.

Friday, November 20, 2009

T 'n' me do the 'muzee'

Tristan and I made a trip to the ROM on Tuesday, his last day before going to Hong Kong. What a kid, he gets to spend two weeks with one of his many grandmothers at her home in Hong Kong!


Tristan has a new camera to take to Hong Kong, so he got to test it at the ROM. He took many photos of all the exhibits we visited. I told him to be careful of using the flash because if he photographed something behind glass all he would get was a photo of the reflection of the flash. So he was careful about that. He also managed to photograph me on the streetcar from 18" away without blinding me (whew!).

We alternated between stuff he wanted to see (dinosaurs and mummies of course!) and stuff I wanted to see. The Dead Sea Scrolls are in Toronto now, in the basement of the ROM, and one of my favourite galleries, the Triple-AP (Africa, Americas, and Asia-Pacific). Tristan had mixed feelings about those but I think I managed to keep him sufficiently interested for me to soak up what I wanted out of it.

Tristan started to take a photo in the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibit but a security guard stopped him. The guard was very nice about it, he carefully explained to Tristan that he was welcome to take pictures of anything the ROM owned, but unfortunately the ROM did not own the Dead Sea Scroll exhibit, and the people who did own it forbade photo-taking for copyright reasons.


The Dead Sea Scrolls were discovered in 1947 in caves around the Dead Sea in Israel, or what would soon become Israel. They have been dated to around 800 BCE (Before Common Era); they are some of the oldest written documents yet found. Some were well preserved in pottery jars, others were disintegrated into tiny fragments on the cave floors. But expert archaeologists flocked to the area to salvage as much as possible, going into those caves with tweezers to pick up every shred they could find. In those days the area was a dangerous battleground, so it was all high drama. But they gathered up as much as they could and attempted to piece the fragments together, like a massive archaeological jigsaw puzzle.

In the 1940s and '50s the methods and technology for preserving ancient documents were rudimentary, and in many cases counterproductive. For example, the scrolls were manipulated in rooms brightly lit by sunshine streaming in from big windows, a disaster for materials hitherto kept in the dark for thousands of years. They bound the pieces together with ordinary adhesive tapes and glues; chemicals leached from those adhesives into the parchment and papyrus fragments, disintegrating them further. So it has been a massive job to recover the scrolls from their initial "preservation" in the 1950s.

Ironically the librarians and original creators of those scrolls used far superior methods and technologies to preserve their documents than we moderns were capable of. The religious community of Qumran had the sole responsibility for storing religious documents created in the ancient state of Israel. They were a sect that put heavy emphasis on physical and spiritual purity, so ritual baths were an important part of the community. They had elaborate waterworks to draw precious water from local mountains into their many baths. They stored their documents in earthenware jars, so another feature of the community was its many kilns to fire the jars. Archaeologists say that in its heyday, Qumran would have had air thick with smoke from those kilns.


The Dead Sea area is hot and dry, the caves in the surrounding cliffs cool, dark and dry. This was a perfect location for preserving almost anything for many millenia. Almost certainly the scrolls were not all created on site, but were brought here for storage as precious religious objects. Writing was a holy activity, only a few trained religious experts would have been able to do it. The written word was about as holy a thing as you can imagine. So it was exceedingly important to preserve written scrolls as well as possible.

The content of the scrolls was almost entirely religious, they contained scriptures of virtually all of our modern Christian Bible (with the exception of the Book of Esther) and many more religious texts outside of the modern Bible. They revealed an interesting biblical secret, that the texts vary and conflict, multiple versions of the same stories exist. Abraham, the father of both the Jewish and Islamic religions, and by extension the Christian religion, is the subject of many stories and legends, often contradictory. For example, according to the Qu'ran Abraham was directed by God to sacrifice his son Ishmael, not Isaac, and Ishmael was the father of Islam. But according to Jewish tradition, it was Isaac, the father of Judaism, not Ishmael that was to be sacrificed.

The Dead Sea Scrolls exhibit at the ROM had actual examples of the scrolls specially preserved and displayed in a darkened room, at the end of a long display giving context to the scroll fragments. I was wondering before I went how seeing fragments of ancient documents was going to be spun into a whole exhibit, but the information about how the scrolls were discovered, translated and preserved, and what has been learned about the ancient community of Qumran in the process was indeed fascinating.


The ROM also had an exhibit about The Ten Commandments that had ended before we got there, but in fact it was still mostly in place. A security guard told me that they had removed the original artifacts but left the surrounding and background exhibits in place. So, according to this exhibit, The Ten Commandments were actually The Ten Words. They were not so much commandments or laws as they were the clauses of a contract or treaty between God and the Israelites.

The language used in the original texts followed the form and content of other treaties and contracts from the same place and time. God states his identity, and then why this contract or treaty is being proposed. The clauses that follow stipulate the requirements for being part of the treaty community. The first and most important of course is recognizing the authority of God in the community. It does not deny the existence or power of other Gods, but simply states that this community must turn away from those other Gods and pay attention only to the one God named in the treaty.

If you want to be a member in good standing of this treaty community, you must follow certain rules, among them being not committing murder, theft or adultery. Honouring your parents is simply good insurance: you look after your parents and your children are likewise required to look after you, and in this way everyone has a shot at a long life.


The last commandment---the one about not coveting your neighbour's wife or ox---is the most interesting, it cautions against even thinking of doing bad things. It shows that in those days religious leaders were aware that Desire was at the root of wrongdoing and must be guarded against.

You can imagine that an eight year old boy, particularly an eight year old boy with no knowledge of holy scriptures would find these exhibits rather boring. However he was quite interested in the many films and I tried to give him a historical context of why this stuff was important.

The Triple-AP gallery is fascinating to me because it lumps together many arts and crafts from all over the world. These are mostly "soft" crafts, artifacts made from wood, fibre, shells and feathers. Consequently most of them are relatively recent, they are made from materials that do not survive well over the millennia. In a previous posting I speculated that we get a biased view of the history of our species when we look at the ancient record of preserved artifacts, they appear to be created predominantly by men and are such things as religious objects and weaponry, even the pottery objects are often ascribed to masculine creative genius. But in the Triple-AP gallery you get to see so much of what women create: clothing, basketry, and elaborate ornaments for both everyday and special occasion use. These are beautiful creations that do not survive the test of time, they do not preserve well. So when we look at archaeological artifacts we often get a very biased view of who was making what.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

World Leaders Agree...

I like to read the New York Times online in the morning. I get an email telling me the major headlines for the day and I click on the ones that look interesting to see the article in full. So today, I clicked on "World Leaders Agree to Delay a Deal on Climate Change" thinking, Well, that's typical! So what else is new?

The article opens up and I see this photo directly beneath the heading:


I swear, the first thing I thought was, Oh it's a joke, those aren't World Leaders, that's an elementary school class!

I did! I really did! Look at them! Don't they look like schoolkids grinning and waving for the camera?

The subheading for this photo says "President Obama in Singapore on Saturday for the Asian-Pacific Economic Cooperation summit meeting." Well, it's an American newspaper so whattaya expect? If it had been the Globe&Mail I'm sure it would have said "Prime Minister Harper finally shows up for photo op" (I think I can see him there, but I could be wrong). If you look closely you will see President Obama in the photo, he's one of the kids who resolutely refuse to wave for the camera (the kid I think is Harper is waving, good boy!)

The small print of the article of course explains how difficult it would be to hammer out an agreement in 22 days, but really, given the urgency of the matter, aren't they just acting like a bunch of little kids saying, Oh this is too hard, let's not do it! Let's just dress up and wave for the camera!

I do love this photo.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Sign and post

The sign bolted to the painted brick wall...

















...The signpost painted on the brick wall

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Around the neighbourhood...

These are some leftover photos from previous posts.

This one is another mural on a building near the Parkdale Library on Queen Street. The building is an old factory converted to loft apartments.



A close-up of the mural (click on it to enlarge).

Queen Street bay windows.


















Another Queen Street building.















Little boy driving a car, big boy riding a skate board...












...and attempted car jacking in the 'hood.

















At the dogpark, Dobby, Yuki, Titus and onlookers...














Dobby and Yuki boxing


















Look over there!



Yuki is required to wear a halty at all times, not because she is vicious (au contraire, a very sweet dog!) but because she is hard on other dogs, having a very dominant nature.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Murals of Dundas West

Dundas Street West runs through the Portuguese neighbourhood of Toronto. Many of the people living here are immigrants or descendants of immigrants from Portugal, the Azores and Brazil. The Dundas West BIA (Business Improvement Area) commissioned Jose Ortega, a local artist and businessman, to paint a number of murals along Dundas Street.

The tantalizing tidbit in yesterday's post is one of Ortega's murals, on Dufferin at Dundas. The pic on the right is another view, but still only a portion of the whole mural.

Sorry, it's all I got, we were on the wrong side of the street.

Here is another of Ortega's murals on Sheridan at Dundas, not far from where I live. I took this photo in March last year, when we still had mucho snow on the ground after several major dumps in February. Click on it for a larger view.

For a few more pics of Ortega's Dundas West murals, look here.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Dances with whales

While on holiday in PEI, I saw a pewter humpback whale hanging in the window of one of the cottages that I thought looked almost perfect for my kayak, so I traced it.

Apparently, my grandson Tristan told the other kids that I dance with whales. At different times over the few days I was in PEI I had different kids and adults approach me and ask, So how exactly do you dance with a whale? Hmmm, have to think about that one.

A couple of people asked me if I had a name for my kayak and I said that right now, I had no particular affection for the kayak so I hadn't thought about naming it. But maybe I'll call it Dances With Whales.

I have transferred the tracing of the pewter humpback whale to the bulkhead that will be right behind the cockpit seat.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

City trip

As I said, I'm not good at getting to work first thing in the morning. But I really have to today if I want to get to the Market before it closes. The epoxy fill coat I did yesterday has not filled the fibreglass completely. I can see the cloth weave in several places. Apparently the epoxy is pooling in some places and running off other places leaving the weave unfilled. Reluctantly I do another coat, thinking that the same thing is just going to happen again, it won't stick where I want it to stick.

And, I am starting to run out of epoxy hardener. The pump sputters a couple of times so I am not sure I am even getting the right ratio of hardener to resin in the mix. The nearest place to get more epoxy is the City, Halifax. Mike says that he thinks Lee Valley Tools has small quantities of West System epoxy, he finds it in their catalog. The Halifax store is open today and Monday but not Sunday, so I probably should try to get there today. Going to be a busy day.

In spite of my best efforts I arrive at the Market shortly before closing time. The man selling honey was just packing up when I ask him if he has any. He has one bottle each of three different sizes, he suggests I buy the largest one, I really want the smallest one, so we compromise on the middle-sized bottle.

Next to the honey man is a couple of ladies selling vegetables. I pick out some summer squash, garlic scapes, and snow peas. I ask about bag of something green that I don't recognize. They tell me what it is (but I don't remember now) and it didn't sound familiar, I ask what it is for and they tell me it is something crunchy to put in salads. I ask what it tastes like and they look at each other for a second and then one of them says, It tastes green. I buy one bag to try it.

I run into Carolyn in the drugstore where I have gone to buy milk. She is just heading home. I tell her I want to leave my groceries at her place while I run into the City for epoxy so she says she'll meet me there.

Carolyn is planning to go to New Brunswick for a few days of hanging out at someone's cottage, and she has some chores to get done before leaving tomorrow after church. One of her chores is to buy a wedding gift for her niece. I ask her if she wants to go to the City with me, and she is strongly tempted. Chores or a trip to the City, what would you choose?

Carolyn decides that what she really wants to give her niece is a painting she saw in Canning. So first we drive to Canning to pick up the painting. It is on display there in a cafe along with several other paintings by the same artist, Doretta. Her paintings are joyful and colourful, every single one makes you smile happily. The one Carolyn wants is of a couple fishing in a little stream, with a picnic laid out beside them.

After getting the painting we drive to Halifax. It is a gorgeous day out, the scenery en route is lovely. Lee Valley Tools is in a big box store park on the outskirts of the City so it's pretty easy to get to it. I've never been to the Halifax Lee Valley, Carolyn has never been to a Lee Valley at all.

The Halifax store is quite nice, with large windows all along two walls of the very large display area. At Lee Valley they have some of their products on display but not all. To buy something you use their computers to find the item you want, fill in an order form and then take it to the counter for an associate to get it for you. Or, you can just go straight to the counter and let an associate help you, which is what I do.

Carolyn wanders around looking at what they have on display. Half the store is woodworking tools and hardware, the other is gardening tools and books. Plenty to look at.

I get my epoxy and Carolyn finds a couple of things she wants to buy and then we leave to back to the Valley.

It is almost supper time so Carolyn suggests we stop at Stirling's in Grand Pre for supper. Yippee! Finally, a chance to eat at Stirling's!

Stirling's is the restaurant of the Evangeline Motor Hotel in Grand Pre, it is all homecooked food that is fairly simple but absolutely the best. The best hamburgers, the best milkshakes, the best fish chowder, the best best pies. And this being strawberry season, they have two kinds of strawberry pie, strawberry shortcake and strawberry muffins.

  1. The place is full but we find one empty table on the screened patio. Carolyn orders a big thick lobster sandwich, I have their classic fish chowder and scone. Both are delicious and filling. We really don't need anything more but cannot leave without pie. Carolyn has the strawberry rhubarb pie, I have the strawberry glazed pie. My pie is fresh strawberries mixed with a cooked sugar glaze in a homemade baked pie shell. We are both stuffed when we leave.

I manage to get back on the Mountain while it is still light out, I drop the epoxy off at the Garden House and check the kayak before heading back into the woods. The second fill coat has still not filled the weave, as I suspected would happen. Not good.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Home decorating

Spent the weekend putting up pictures. I probably overdid it, my place is now looking a little cluttered with pictures. But it was fun. A lot of them are pictures I have had in storage for over 15 years, since I last left Ontario.

I have some calendar pictures of flowers, close-ups from Kew Gardens, that I put on the kitchen cupboards.

I was looking at them and realizing that I never put them up in my place in BC because there really are only a couple of months, if that, when you can't see flowers blooming outdoors. Frequently there are winter pansies and primulas growing through the winter, and crocuses are up by February.

But in Ontario there is a long period of no flowers, more than half the year. So having pictures of them on the walls is uplifting.

Gretel also noted that the pictures of yellow flowers on the green cupboards helped link the green of the cupboards to the yellow walls, making them less starkly contrasting. She never liked those green cupboards.

In the stairway I put up some posters that are sort of odd. They are from a calendar probably dating from the early 70s, that my Dad would have brought home when he worked as an estimator for a printing company.

For example a floral print shirt being put through a meat grinder with real flowers coming out of the business end, or making a green polka dot shirt using a can of peas and a rolling pin.

I have eight of them in the stairway and the kids come up the stairs very slowly, staring at each picture. They both are quite fascinated by them.

The plaster in my apartment is quite old, mostly old-fashioned lathe and plaster. This makes it harder to put thumbtacks in it so for posters I had to use tape. Gretel recommended painter's tape which holds well without damaging the paint when you want to remove it.

But I have one wall that I am sure is not plaster at all but concrete, I cannot even hammer a nail into it! I'm going to have to drill holes to put up a couple of framed prints.

<-- the concrete wall...

Going through old prints and photos inspired a huge amount of nostalgia. I have a stack of old letters and postcards that completely sucked me in for over an hour. I was thinking of making a kind of collage of some of the postcards, but given how cluttered everything is starting to look, I have no idea where I'd put it so maybe that's an idea best left alone.

While I was going through old postcards and letters from my desk I pulled out my old camera and Isaac happened to be visiting at the time and was interested in it since it is very similar to the camera that he is in the process of selling. His and Gretel's camera for sale is a Canon AE-1 and mine is a Canon AE-1 Program. Turns out he has a flash attachment that will work on my camera. He said he was going to include it with the camera for sale but if I could use it I could have it. We tried playing around with the different lenses on my camera and his new camera, a Canon EOS Rebel (it's digital).

I used his telephoto lens on my camera and took a few pictures, it will be interesting to see how they turn out. The AE-1 is a film camera of course so I have to wait till the film roll is used up before I can see the pictures. Unfortunately the film in the camera is quite old, there is at least one picture in there that I know I took in 2003. Be interesting to see if anything turns out!