I love to sit and watch a thunderstorm brewing in the distance. The immensity and the power they display teaches one too be humble. It helps you realize just hoe small you actually are
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Wilderness Gifts
I do love the outdoors and by saying so I mean the true outdoors. The absolute wilderness where nothing but the sound of nature can provide. It is here the mind and body come together uncluttered without nothing but the moment. Too venture deeper into the unknown considering that you are the first to ever set foot on the ground you stand. To live from the land 250 miles from any other humane does something to the soul and the spirit. It is here you become one with your surroundings. Peace and quiet can be found no matter where you are if you will it to be. No matter where you live there is a quiet oasis awaiting. Your only calling is to seek it out. I am very fortunate to live in a region of Canada where I have a never ending supply of such places. Too stand waist deep in ice cold glacier waters and catch a beautiful trout is the ultimate place I call home. Gently holding and admiring the fish only to let it slip away to be caught another day is a special thing. I am truly blessed to be a part of something so grand. My attempts to capture what she offers with a photo humbles me. There is so much to learn from our surroundings… only if we take the time to do so… Hugs to all.© Rolly A. Chabot
Source: Wilderness Gifts
Those Moments
I would never consider myself to be an expert photographer but I do get lucky once in a while. The picture you capture can be 1 in a 100 or the odds may be far greater. Let me take you on a leisurely journey across my part of the world and share some images with you. Log cabin building has always been a special memory for me as I have built four in my time. Each were different and posed their own challenges. I have always enjoyed capturing photos of the master builders of the day. Understanding the process of selecting, gathering and peeling the dying comes at a cost of a great deal of time. Armed with no more than an axe, chainsaw, chisel and a pencil is where the true pride of the craftsman comes into play. The time allotted will determine the accuracy of the finished product. In most remote log homes there is little a man can call on for help. Each log has to painstakingly lifted into place, scribed and notched to fit into place. Keep in mind most of these logs weight a few hundred pounds and you are working at heights. After many years they do begin to deteriorate but they have served well for many of those years. After providing comfort, warmth and security for years they are left to grow old with dignity and pride. They have brought much joy, new life and many memories. To the casual passerby they appear as a pile of rubble. To the people who have lived and loved they are a milestone of where life began. © Rolly A. Chabot
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Canadian Summers
No matter where you travel in this Province in Canada each area has its own unique kind of beauty. I can be a barren flat land or stunning mountains, no matter where it unfolds into its way of speaking to you. Wild flowers such as these One Eyed Susan’s can be found in most of the Province. Once they have been established they are slow to pronate and spread. I often see people stopping and picking them. Little do they know if they do the recovery time is great. I like to leave them letting the future travellers enjoy them. Within a few hours in any direction from where I live scenes such as this can be found. Quiet idilic lakes which flourish with many different kinds of fish. Miles of shoreline to explore with ease. it is a far cry from city living where there is little more than concrete and pavement. It is refreshing spending time in areas such as this. A few short blocks away and I find this scene. To the west lies mile after mile of open farm land with colourful crops. Small ravines and gully’s afford much exploration to wildlife and fauna. Old building and machinery are part of the local history. As often as not ask the owners if you can explore and you are met with a smile and an explanation of the history of the homestead. People value their heritage here in these parts. A few hours drive and you are at the top of a mountain range. The call to go on is great. The scenery is breath taking and so much to see. Crystal clear glacier waters rush past with power and speed. In todays world you can still dip your hand in its purity and drink your fill. The falls have carved their way through granite displaying their might.
Source: Canadian Summers
Tramps Tree
Be prepared as this may be a long write but a part of a life of years past. Who is Tramp? Many years ago when I was young, wild and often foolish I was back into some far off countryside. Northern Canada in the Yukon, well to be more specific it was both in the Yukon and British Columbia Canada. I had been out playing in the wilderness one day and quite by accident found myself several miles back in some unknown country. The road I followed was not really a road, more like a goat trail, a place my old van named “Rolly’s Royce” cut its teeth. It started out a regular old 3/4 ton Ford van. & years later it was a full blown bush wagon. I raised it up two feet, slipped in a custom 4 x 4 assembly, large steel bumpers front and back with winches on each end. Not much could stop her after that. She was fully camperized and ready to take on any challenge and challenges I found… smiles.As I would later learn from my topographical maps I was near the great divide between the British Columbia and Yukon Territorial borders. I reached the end of the trail, threw my backpack onto my shoulders along with my rifle and started heading out to what appeared to be a lake in the distance. I estimated it to be some 10-12 miles as the crow flew, the blueish haze that sat in the valley looked promising. Closer inspection through my binoculars indeed revealed a lake.Tannis my faithful and fearless dog was at my side and we headed out. It was a clear day with a few clouds building in the west over the mountains, traces of smoke filtered through the air but nothing to worry about or so I thought at least. Tannis and I were doing what we did best, heading out on another adventure. Not a living soul was within 70 miles and we were right in our element.
Source: Tramps Tree
Our Office
Have you ever considered making your office as comfortable as home with as many of the amenities as possible. Creating such an atmosphere gives you a sense of well being thus allows you to be more productive. This was one of my offices, it had a warm feeling to it. Comfortable chairs, plenty of hot coffee and hopefully a senses of welcome. Allow as much light in as possible, keep it bright and inviting. Even more so, keep it uncluttered. Offer comfortable chairs to your guests with as much space as you can offer. At the end of the day we should feel we have accomplished much. The start of the day should be well planned. Your calendar should have some open time for you to collect your thoughts. As well to allow for an extended time if needed for a meeting. Most important leave the office at the office. Kept your private and home life separate from your work. Keep your office space for business. Hugs to all … ©Rolly A. Chabot
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Canadian Sunset Collections
Something magical takes place in your inner spirit and thoughts as you watch the day draw to a close. Some can be painful, some heartwarming but the best is when you take not of all the blessings the day has brought. For me it is a time of reflection. It is ok to have those days when maybe life has been hard on you. Knowledge is gained through searching deep in your heart the reason.
Source: Canadian Sunset Collections
Summer Fun
Thanks to Sara Holt and her creation of the post Late Night Dreamscapes I picked up a few apps. One Decim8 and the other Frax HD Pro. They are great fun apps and Sara I can now understand why you are a Night Owl like me. Both are very addicting and anyone can create fun and interesting designs. Though I would share one with you. I called it “Summer Fun” while winter is just outside the door at -31 below zero and a biting wind with drifting snow is at my heels… Hugs to all…
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These Times… © Rolly A. Chabot
We are living in very uncertain times, world politics. international and national politics we are faced with looking at whom and what will lead us into the future. Where we are being led has such a bearing on whom we have become. It is frightening really as we watch the US Elections unfold where all human decency has been cast aside with only the best slanderous slur is hurdled against the other in their attempts to win votes. The question that needs to be asked is whom do we want to lead us into the future. Where have we gone as a society to watch this unfold and not say anything other than accept what we see.
What a shame really when you think of the candidates of the past stood their ground in restraint as to not offend anyone and hold their moral and civil ground. Yes even in the most heated debates. What I see is no different than a herd of pigs fighting for what they feel the rightful place at the head of the feeding trough. Does politics in the 2000’s mean slanderous remarks and no violence of having to rush the speaker off of the stage as we have witnessed today. Kudos for Donald as he came right back to finish what he started…
I have no say in the outcome of US politics. At one point and time I had dual citizenship as my father was born in the US. I relinquished that same right when I became subject of the US taxation laws. In a ruling 2 years ago if I retained the right to have a say I became subject to being taxed both by Canadian law and US. The penalty being should I insist on retaining my US status I would have to pay dearly a minimum of 1800 dollars per year in basic taxes.
It was not a hard choice I made in giving it up. The advantages of saying yes opposed to the disadvantages were clear to me. My father came to Canada in 1911 from Rhode Island. He never once thought twice about becoming Canadian. Along with my grandfather they applied and were accepted to hold land. Solid timber at the time where today it is all cleared and farming land. Dad never hesitated to sign up for the Canadian Armed Forces where he served on the front lines for what he believed in at the time. It is nothing like what I see today, all I see is this struggle for power and might.
Quietly and yet with certainty both my grandfather and my dad faced the hardships of the unknown north to say they stood for moral values. No matter if they felt American or Canadian they stood for something far greater than what I see happening today. What they saw was a newness and a chance to make a difference in a hopeless times of uncertainness. Their voices they had at the time were but a whisper in todays world. They are the true meaning of life when I think of what I see unfolding.
For the record allow me to cast a vote… it would have to be for Trump. Agree or disagree at least what you see is what you get. This being so in comparison to the Clinton camp what you see is not what you get. What you get is deception and manipulation according to her own agenda. Call out as you like but I stand firm on the ground of the little guy… it is either him or her that the little guy that dreams are made of.
The main reason I can speak this is the wheat and grains that wave in the wind wave because of the determination are because of the visionaries of the day and not the dreams of the promised few guessing at what we want to hear….Both Grandfather and Dad saw something way further ahead… even to sDad Dad could tell you the obstacle they faced if he were alive. I recall the final time he lay his hand onto the the two story hand hen log they built and the tears ran sown his cheeks. There is nothing greater than believing in what you speak and do … Go Donald go…
© Rolly A. Chabot
Less Means More…©Rolly A. Chabot
You might ask what is he talking about. Well I suppose you could call it an “Oxymoron.” (A figure of speech in which apparently contradictory terms appear in conjunction talking about s…
Source: Less Means More…©Rolly A. Chabot
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