Retro Dundee: A peek into the 60s, 70s and 80s

What the heck are clackers? Why are Lenin and Stalin staring down from this Scottish city’s town hall? Is that David Bowie? Continue reading “Retro Dundee: A peek into the 60s, 70s and 80s”

Canada Day: July 1st

The shade was creeping over my body, bringing a cool blanket over my hot skin. I yanked my cap up to replace the hot air around my head with colder fresh air. It was a habit I’d continue throughout the day as the sunlight became hotter and the sweet delicious shade became scarcer. I wiggled on the curb trying to get some feeling back after sitting on the pavement for over an hour. Though a solitary figure from the Declercq clan, I was far from alone. Around me people gossiped and greeted each other from their lawn chairs and blankets. Ever few seconds a cheerful cry went up as someone recognized another whom they hadn’t seen in months or weeks or years. A small child at my side turned to her mother and asked in a voice I could fondly recall from my own youth, “mom, when’s the parade starting?” The youngster settled back with a huff when the answer was ten minutes, which as we all know is a decade in a child’s time frame.

After ten restless minutes the sight of three Royal Canadian Mounted Police leading the parade around the corner erased all tension from waiting. The parents gave a gasp of relief and settled back to watch their children sprint back and forth with candy. The parade had begun and so had the Canadian celebration. Continue reading “Canada Day: July 1st”

Little Britches Rodeo: June 7th and 8th

My right knee dug into the soft dirt of the open air arena as my toes ground the dirt inside my shoes. With clouds passing intermittently overhead my dollar store hat was doing a great job of keeping the sunlight from my hot burned face. Everything outside of the small radius of shade made by my cowboy hat was warm. My nose was sore from being mashed against my camera but I ignored it. My attention was fixed on the gate. Advertisements flickered in the background as my camera swayed. Seagulls called from the blue sky.

BANG! The gate flew open and a white ball of wool came barreling out with its passenger hanging on for dear life. The crowd roared in excitement. These people were cheering on the small child clinging to the sheep’s back. Continue reading “Little Britches Rodeo: June 7th and 8th”

Tiny Tot Powwow: Women

My camera bag lay beside my feet with its cover loosely closed. Though entranced by the display of vibrancy and energy before me I was still conscious enough of my immediate surroundings to tuck me bag under my legs as an elder woman was helped to her seat beside me. I was at ground floor and had witnessed a number of people troubled by the first giant step of the bleachers. Women had to lift their dresses and children had to practically climb up. It was no surprise that this elder woman had decided to sit at the bottom. As she settled in I was struck by the contrast of her quiet character with the boisterous strength of voices and drums ringing through the gym. The sight of her stillness compared to the flashing, twirling, ducking and leaping fabric and feathers on the dance circle. I felt a sense of calm within her small frame beside me. Continue reading “Tiny Tot Powwow: Women”

Tiny Tot Powwow Men

Ducking and swaying the dancers exuded the characters of hunter and prey. Stepping lightly through an invisible forest or softly across the prairie grass they circled each other, conveying heightened awareness and the power of instinct. Beside the three dancers, alone in the circle, a child reached the edge of the floor. Watching his elder brethren for a moment, he too began to feel the music. Lost in the drums he dipped and spun. Continue reading “Tiny Tot Powwow Men”