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Jan McCartney

Art photographer, Nikonian, Wordpresser, Artistic Googler, Lives in a Velvia world.
May 31, 2014 2 comments 2 shares 10 plus ones
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"Glasgow Dusk" for +Artistic Google 's  "Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Spirit" theme, curated by +Rob Robinson +Jamal Masood +Patrick Sheeran and me.

Nothing's left of the Gorbals neighbourhood in my old hometown; it's been torn down again and again, and exists only in faded postcards and memories. 

Memory is strongest at dusk, when the spirit hovers between day and night, light and dark, reality and dreams...even out here, driving along Hamilton Road in the space between what was then and what is now, full of remembrances, anticipation and questions.

Our senses cannot fathom this night, so
be the meaning of their strange encounter;
at their crossing, be the radiant centre.

And should the world itself forget your name
say this to the still earth: I flow.
Say this to the quick stream: I am.

Excerpted from "Being" by Don Paterson
http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/being

This is my 500th image for +Artistic Google 
Original GSV at http://goo.gl/maps/FO8l7

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May 29, 2014 0 comments 2 shares 31 plus ones
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"Driving in the Rain" for the "Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Spirit" theme at +Artistic Google curated by +Rob Robinson +Jamal Masood +Patrick Sheeran and me.

“It isn’t much farther,”
I say encouragingly
and note that our married life
is about to end in violence,
judging from her expressionless expression.

Excerpted from Al Purdy, "Over the Hills in the Rain, My Dear"

SOOC with just a tiny crop of the artifact. Original GSV at http://goo.gl/maps/1YhRd

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May 28, 2014 1 comments 0 shares 16 plus ones
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"Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God."

Maya Angelou
1928 - 2014

Image taken at McMichael Gallery in 2013

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May 27, 2014 0 comments 0 shares 7 plus ones
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I remember reading "Silent Spring" aeons ago in first year biology, and then picking it up again several times later. Her centenary in 2007 was the subject of my very first blog post.

http://redstarcafe.wordpress.com/2007/06/07/rachel-carsons-centenary/

The book  is often credited with having launched the global environmental movement. Silent Spring had an immense effect in the United States, where it spurred a reversal in national pesticide policy.

Scientists such as American Cyanamid’s Robert White-Stevens (who wrote “If man were to follow the teachings of Miss Carson, we would return to the Dark Ages, and the insects and diseases and vermin would once again inherit the earth.”), chemical companies, and other critics attacked the data and interpretation in the book. Some went further to attack Carson‘s scientific credentials because her speciality was marine biology and zoology, not the field of biochemistry.

Former Secretary of Agriculture Ezra Taft Benson reportedly concluded she was “probably a Communist.”

Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the Earth are never alone or weary of life. — Rachel Carson

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May 27, 2014 1 comments 1 shares 13 plus ones
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A celebration of the classical element, Air, at the Acropolis Museum in Athens, a submission to the theme "Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Spirit" for +Artistic Google curated by +Rob Robinson +Jamal Masood +Patrick Sheeran and me.

The theme runs for the next two weeks. If you'd like to participate, find out how at Artistic Google's "About" page.

Orginal GSV at http://goo.gl/maps/YgSEB

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May 27, 2014 0 comments 2 shares 19 plus ones
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Blue pill:

Stopped they must be; on this all depends. Only a fully trained Jedi Knight, with the Force as his ally, will conquer Vader and his Emperor. If you end your training now - if you choose the quick and easy path as Vader did - you will become an agent of evil. (Yoda)

Red pill:

Leaside Community Gardens in the middle of the hydro corridor. One of the plots contains a piece of environmental art with large twigs constructed as a mashup of wigwams and those canopies you see in Little Italy gardens for growing grapes. 

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May 27, 2014 6 comments 0 shares 17 plus ones
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Just another day in Paradise at Leaside Community Gardens, a little hippie haven of vegetables, flowers and tchotchkes parked smack in the middle of the hydro corridor in this industrial wasteland. Pull up a plastic chair and watch the colourful birds at the many many feeders, while enjoying the techno-sound of dump trucks at the nuclear waste facility across the ravine.

A stone's throw from my office but light-years away.

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May 14, 2014 2 comments 1 shares 13 plus ones
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"On the Beach" for +Artistic Google curated by +Rob Robinson +Jamal Masood +Patrick Sheeran and me.

Original GSV somewhere on the Latvian coast at http://goo.gl/maps/cSMPl

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May 13, 2014 1 comments 0 shares 24 plus ones
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Coca Cola van broke down in the heat
The girls in colored dresses
They seem to laugh as they run - yeah
But they dream of only sweet caresses

Come Back The Sun
We will be like children
Come Back The Sun
Make us into children

~ Zucchero, "Come Back the Sun"

Zucchero "Sugar" Fornaciari - Come back the sun (Ridammi il sole - english version 1997)

The blossoms are late this year, although my weeping cherry tree is certain to be full of pink rain within the week.

May 1, 2009, the cherry blossoms bloomed to mark the passing of my oldest friend in human years. Genji Cat was ninety when he crossed the Rainbow Bridge. He was named after the princely hero of Lady Murasaki’s "The Tale of the Genji", which some speculate to have been the very first novel.

Nearly nineteen years before, my best girlfriend and I were watching Pet Sematary one dark and stormy night; the movie set out the exploits of Churchill, a British Grey cat who had come back from the dead.

The very next morning, a tiny grey kitten wandered into the backyard. He was so small, he fit in the palm of my hand. His fur had the silvery shimmer of a Russian Blue. It was a spooky coincidence!

No one put up signs in the neighbourhood about the tiny lost kitten so I kept him.

As he grew older, Genji managed to sneak out the back door and over the fence twice in search of Ladies And Adventure, with one incident when he was the ripe old age of 15, involving 4 days off work and several hundred flyers. Some people called to say that they’d spotted a cat a block or two away with an unusual silvery grey coat. He was as nonchalant as could be when he finally returned, lounging on the neighbour’s patio in the June heat meowing at me, with only the tip of his tail twitching.

Then he was 19. Ninety or more in human years, when he finally aged very quickly. Cherry blossom princess, Kyoto the shiba inu, was the first to figure that the end was near. Puppy Kamikaze Karinoe helped watch during the Dark Night of the Soul.

After his last visit to the vet, I bought a little pot of forget-me-nots. It seems as though the last time I looked, the only flowers poking their heads up were brave little crocuses. Now, suddenly, everywhere there was a riot of colour. How did I miss that?

I had stepped out into the back yard at two in the morning and, as if for the occasion of Genji’s life passage, the weeping cherry had suddenly come into bloom. In the stark porch light, its new blossoms were quite striking, like warm spring rain. The Japanese kerria, quince and flowering almond were all blooming.

This year, they are all late, but I see that the weeping cherry has two blossoms already and Genji my heart cat and Small Town Romeo will never be forgotten.

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April 28, 2014 1 comments 1 shares 30 plus ones
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"Leaving Izola" for +Artistic Google's  tour of Slovenia, curated by +Rob Robinson +Chee Yow +Jamal Masood +Patrick Sheeran and me.

With a nod to Alex Colville and Arnold Böcklin.

http://alexcolville.ca/gallery/alex_colville_1954_horse_and_train/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isle_of_the_Dead_(painting)

Original GSV at http://goo.gl/maps/7afj8

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