A request on illuminating subjects

 I am so pleased - there was a request today. Not quite Donald's ripples in space-time. But then there are parallels:

I think this is a Northern fulmar

It accompanied us for some time:

 The midnight Sun offered warm colours:

But it was when it came in close to both me and the silky ocean that  I became captivated:

And it got better:

It was so hard for me to believe what I was witnessing. I have not the imagination to clone such wonders of reflections. Sit back and enjoy what Nature offers us for free if we open our eyes:

We traveled together for perhaps 15 minutes. I on a boat, It on its wings. I would like to think it saw me. Maybe that is being conceited. I was not doing anything but wondering.

WOB

The (red) Spider

 Winter has returned,

so the gods are once again asleep.

Jeff, every day is remembrance day and I am

recalling Aug 13, 2013.

However, Will, this is not a traditional story. So I

hope you will not mind if I show it - it is not our "duet" to be

(I hope) about Spider Woman.

Vicki and I were doing our outreach prog in Killarney Prov Park.

On a tree near our tent was a red spider:

All legs but not 8?

Its body was red, and on first glance "obvious". However, as I looked at my photos I began to notice other patches of identically coloured reds - maybe funghi or lichen?

 I began to wonder at its "legs" - 2 are missing?

I wonder at what its experience, history was:

To all who seek to understand,

WOB

Luminous Wood

 Today/now I am witnessing a whiteout - a white screen some 50m or so in front of me. I can just make out the end house at Leacock. But this is not a winter whiteout of snow but rather of spring: fog (dry) or mist (wet). So I am returning to my entry on Thur Feb 8:
(PS Before I could start, let alone complete this entry the temperature dropped out the bottom and the blizzard made fog or mist whiteout  a memory and also academic, as it were. Now where was I?)

 

I was taken by the light, myself, in the photos of Winter Colour

 The brightness around the edges became the memory "Ring of Bright Water"  a book by Gavin Maxwell that I read to our children. 

The brightness idea reminded me that is part of the meaning of my name: Sherwood or Shire Wood.

"A Dictionary of English Place-Names"
A.D. Mills
Oxford 1992
ISBN 6-19-869156-4

gives an entry in 955CE: Wood belonging to the shire. Two ideas come forth: a boundary and a clearing, nothing about Robin Hood

 From conversation and reading I thought it might mean the clearing around a village that a plough man could reach and  tend effectively without having to camp out. Google writes:
Origin:British. Meaning:luminous wood. Sherwood as a boy's name is pronounced SHER-wood. It is of Old English origin, and the meaning of Sherwood is "luminous wood".
What does "luminous wood" mean? " habitational name from any of several places called with  Old English scīr + wudu 'bright or clear (perhaps sparsely-grown) wood'.

When I was living in Edinburgh in the last century I was told my name was
pronounced SHER-wood!  (as in share) I have heard it pronounced  SURE-wood in our family.

 So here is my rant  If I say "Rest assured,I'll do it" sounds good in my ears. Google says:The words assure and ensure were derived from the Latin word securus, which means 'free from care' or 'safe. '  English words like insure, secure, and security were also derived from securus. The difference between Sure, Assure and Insure - English Lessons with inlingua Vancouver

 And now for some local colour pulled from memory before it went blank!

 

 

 WOB

Its Saturday Night!

 This blog was suggested by a comment made in this blog  a few weeks ago. It brought back memories of Bobby Darin and "Splish splash"

 Splish, splash, I was takin' a bath
Long about a Saturday night,

 A rub dub, just relaxin' in the tub
Thinkin' everythin' was alright

 

 There was a-splishin' and a-splashin'
Reelin' with the feelin'
Movin' and a-groovin'
Rockin' and a-rollin', 

 

 Bing, bang, I saw the whole gang
Dancin' on my living room rug, yeah

 

 I needed my " 'Air dryer":

 But you know how it is - some days you can't do a thing with it -

 but hide your head!

 

Good golly, Miss Molly was-a even there, too:

  I was a-rollin' and a-strollin'
Reelin' with the feelin'

 

 

 So now I am drying behind my ears.

Settling my brain for a long winter's - you must be joking - nap. I don't recall Saturdays being so energetic? Must be my memory? I was all shuck up!

 

Wobbily, with swim vest, ol' bird