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In the summer of 2003, there was a heat wave in Europe. It was so unbearable that most businesses closed during the searing heat of the afternoon and then reopened in the evening and then staying open until well after midnight. I had just landed at Leonardo Da Vinci airport, picked up my rental car (with AC thank god) and headed south to try to find the hotel I had booked on the Internet. I have a confession to make. I travel all over the world and regularly get lost if there is a choice of more than one road I will take the wrong one. So after about 3 tries I finally found my hotel in the town of Pommesia south of Rome. With the time change I was not yet feeling sleepy so I went for a walk along the main road next to the beach. As I walked along I caught sight of a bakery with a sales window open to the street. In that window was this gorgeous woman that you see here. She had no idea I was leaning on a lamppost (to steady my camera) and took her photo as she stared pensively out into the darkness. I decided to use no flash and so set the camera (Fuji S2 SLR Nikon based) and this photo was the result. It is now one of my favourite photos that I have ever taken. The natural lighting was amazing, outlining every muscle and particularly the shaft of light on her head giving her a type of halo... thus the name of the photo Madonna Of The Bakery. One other detail... it was after midnight and a sign nearby was flashing a temperature reading 36C. (97F)" title="Madonna Of The Bakery....... In the summer of 2003, there was a heat wave in Europe. It was so unbearable that most businesses closed during the searing heat of the afternoon and then reopened in the evening and then staying open until well after midnight. I had just landed at Leonardo Da Vinci airport, picked up my rental car (with AC thank god) and headed south to try to find the hotel I had booked on the Internet. I have a confession to make. I travel all over the world and regularly get lost if there is a choice of more than one road I will take the wrong one. So after about 3 tries I finally found my hotel in the town of Pommesia south of Rome. With the time change I was not yet feeling sleepy so I went for a walk along the main road next to the beach. As I walked along I caught sight of a bakery with a sales window open to the street. In that window was this gorgeous woman that you see here. She had no idea I was leaning on a lamppost (to steady my camera) and took her photo as she stared pensively out into the darkness. I decided to use no flash and so set the camera (Fuji S2 SLR Nikon based) and this photo was the result. It is now one of my favourite photos that I have ever taken. The natural lighting was amazing, outlining every muscle and particularly the shaft of light on her head giving her a type of halo... thus the name of the photo Madonna Of The Bakery. One other detail... it was after midnight and a sign nearby was flashing a temperature reading 36C. (97F)" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/107205857-Ti-7.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113856597"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Golden Silhouette x" title="Golden Silhouette x" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113856597-Ti-4.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113847541"><IMG width="100" height="65" alt="Autumn Glory Ontario Canada" title="Autumn Glory Ontario Canada" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113847541-Ti-4.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113856033"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Mother and Children - Greenland Taken from a commercial jet returning from England." title="Mother and Children - Greenland Taken from a commercial jet returning from England." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113856033-Ti-3.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113275699"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Not Hard To Swallow" title="Not Hard To Swallow" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113275699-Ti-2.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113863392"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Shadows Taking Flight" title="Shadows Taking Flight" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113863392-Ti-2.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113857490"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Sailing The Tectonic Seas It might take a few million years to get anywhere but you can imagine what this amazing mountain has "seen" in its time... Mont Aiguille (el. 2085 m./6842 ft.) is a mountain in the massif du Vercors in the French Prealps, located 58 km (36 mi) south of Grenoble. The mountain is most noted for its first ascent in 1492. Charles VIII ordered that the peak be climbed, so one of his servants, Antoine de Ville, made the ascent using a combination of ladders and other artificial aids. This makes it particularly important to climbers and is now climbed many times each year. SAILING THE TECTONIC SEAS by David Cale The mountain rears magnificent like a titanic ship’s prow it cuts through countless dawns sun warmed or storm wracked mute testimony to the tectonic brooding of the planet below our feet I am tempted to feel small But a mountain is just a mountain not a comment on me" title="Sailing The Tectonic Seas It might take a few million years to get anywhere but you can imagine what this amazing mountain has "seen" in its time... Mont Aiguille (el. 2085 m./6842 ft.) is a mountain in the massif du Vercors in the French Prealps, located 58 km (36 mi) south of Grenoble. The mountain is most noted for its first ascent in 1492. Charles VIII ordered that the peak be climbed, so one of his servants, Antoine de Ville, made the ascent using a combination of ladders and other artificial aids. This makes it particularly important to climbers and is now climbed many times each year. SAILING THE TECTONIC SEAS by David Cale The mountain rears magnificent like a titanic ship’s prow it cuts through countless dawns sun warmed or storm wracked mute testimony to the tectonic brooding of the planet below our feet I am tempted to feel small But a mountain is just a mountain not a comment on me" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113857490-Ti-4.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/183672964"><IMG width="67" height="100" alt="Juno at Courseulles sur Mer" title="Juno at Courseulles sur Mer" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/183672964-Ti-1.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113262073"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Mosque Cairo" title="Mosque Cairo" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113262073-Ti-2.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113855837"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="La Place Du Canada One of these old bullet scarred German bunkers remains, renamed "Place du Canada." The Queen's Own Rifles memorial plaque describes the battle that day which and asks you to try to imagine what it was like. The trouble was I couldn't and suspected that only those actually there could ever grasp what took place. I took a deep breath. The salt spray smelled of the iodine rich seaweed strewn on the beach, the surf crashed and roared, and the grey-green sea was empty of the madness of men." title="La Place Du Canada One of these old bullet scarred German bunkers remains, renamed "Place du Canada." The Queen's Own Rifles memorial plaque describes the battle that day which and asks you to try to imagine what it was like. The trouble was I couldn't and suspected that only those actually there could ever grasp what took place. I took a deep breath. The salt spray smelled of the iodine rich seaweed strewn on the beach, the surf crashed and roared, and the grey-green sea was empty of the madness of men." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113855837-Ti-4.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/114046492"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Sailing The Tectonic Seas It might take a few million years to get anywhere but you can imagine what this amazing mountain has "seen" in its time... Mont Aiguille (el. 2085 m./6842 ft.) is a mountain in the massif du Vercors in the French Prealps, located 58 km (36 mi) south of Grenoble. The mountain is most noted for its first ascent in 1492. Charles VIII ordered that the peak be climbed, so one of his servants, Antoine de Ville, made the ascent using a combination of ladders and other artificial aids. This makes it particularly important to climbers and is now climbed many times each year. SAILING THE TECTONIC SEAS by David Cale The mountain rears magnificent like a titanic ship’s prow it cuts through countless dawns sun warmed or storm wracked mute testimony to the tectonic brooding of the planet below our feet I am tempted to feel small But a mountain is just a mountain not a comment on me" title="Sailing The Tectonic Seas It might take a few million years to get anywhere but you can imagine what this amazing mountain has "seen" in its time... Mont Aiguille (el. 2085 m./6842 ft.) is a mountain in the massif du Vercors in the French Prealps, located 58 km (36 mi) south of Grenoble. The mountain is most noted for its first ascent in 1492. Charles VIII ordered that the peak be climbed, so one of his servants, Antoine de Ville, made the ascent using a combination of ladders and other artificial aids. This makes it particularly important to climbers and is now climbed many times each year. SAILING THE TECTONIC SEAS by David Cale The mountain rears magnificent like a titanic ship’s prow it cuts through countless dawns sun warmed or storm wracked mute testimony to the tectonic brooding of the planet below our feet I am tempted to feel small But a mountain is just a mountain not a comment on me" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/114046492-Ti-3.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/113867130"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Making Baby Picnic Tables" title="Making Baby Picnic Tables" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113867130-Ti-4.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/183450783"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Normandy Remembrance by David Cale ® A cold wind, blew in from the sea. The day was grey and blustery. Typical June weather for Normandy. It was high tide. I walked out from the beach until I was standing, gazing out to sea, knee deep in the cold English Channel waters. I had travelled for five days North from Paris to Dunkerque and then exploring on my way down along the coast of France to Caen, and to the D-Day invasion beaches of Normandy. Driving north I crossed the river Orne at Pegasus bridge, which marks the Eastern edge of the D Day invasion. From there it was a short drive to the beaches. First Gold and Sword Beach, where British troops landed and then my objective Juno Beach where my countrymen, Canadians, came ashore. On a day similar to this, June 6, 1944, D-day, this six kilometre stretch of beach from Courseulles to St-Aubin sur Mer was newly christened -in blood- Juno Beach. It was here that Canadians of Toronto's Queen's Own Rifles, Regina Rifles, and Royal Winnipeg Rifles and others jumped into heavy surf and struggled ashore into the teeth of strong German resistance. Many of the German bunkers had not been destroyed by the preliminary bombardment, and until they were "silenced", these inflicted heavy losses. Many of the Canadian Amphibious Tanks went straight to the bottom in the heavy seas. Those that made it to shore aided enormously in making the landings a success. At the end of the day "The German dead were littered over the dunes, by the gun positions", a Canadian journalist reported. "By them, lay Canadians in bloodstained battledress, in the sand and in the grass, on the wire and by the concrete forts. ..They had lived a few minutes of the victory they had made. That was all." Three hundred and forty Canadians had given their lives. Another five hundred and seventy four had been wounded. This was just the beginning. In the days to come Canadians would see some of the bloodiest fighting of the invasion." title="Normandy Remembrance by David Cale ® A cold wind, blew in from the sea. The day was grey and blustery. Typical June weather for Normandy. It was high tide. I walked out from the beach until I was standing, gazing out to sea, knee deep in the cold English Channel waters. I had travelled for five days North from Paris to Dunkerque and then exploring on my way down along the coast of France to Caen, and to the D-Day invasion beaches of Normandy. Driving north I crossed the river Orne at Pegasus bridge, which marks the Eastern edge of the D Day invasion. From there it was a short drive to the beaches. First Gold and Sword Beach, where British troops landed and then my objective Juno Beach where my countrymen, Canadians, came ashore. On a day similar to this, June 6, 1944, D-day, this six kilometre stretch of beach from Courseulles to St-Aubin sur Mer was newly christened -in blood- Juno Beach. It was here that Canadians of Toronto's Queen's Own Rifles, Regina Rifles, and Royal Winnipeg Rifles and others jumped into heavy surf and struggled ashore into the teeth of strong German resistance. Many of the German bunkers had not been destroyed by the preliminary bombardment, and until they were "silenced", these inflicted heavy losses. Many of the Canadian Amphibious Tanks went straight to the bottom in the heavy seas. Those that made it to shore aided enormously in making the landings a success. At the end of the day "The German dead were littered over the dunes, by the gun positions", a Canadian journalist reported. "By them, lay Canadians in bloodstained battledress, in the sand and in the grass, on the wire and by the concrete forts. ..They had lived a few minutes of the victory they had made. That was all." Three hundred and forty Canadians had given their lives. Another five hundred and seventy four had been wounded. This was just the beginning. In the days to come Canadians would see some of the bloodiest fighting of the invasion." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/183450783-Ti-1.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/127134980"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Shadows" title="Shadows" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/127134980-Ti-1.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/113235016"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Mars & Moon @ Luxor" title="Mars & Moon @ Luxor" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113235016-Ti-2.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/183673279"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Tank reclaimed from under water" title="Tank reclaimed from under water" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/183673279-Ti.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/113854497"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="The sun was low in the west casting a golden beam of light on distant figures far out from the shore appearing as is out of nowhere. Also looking down the beach I saw I was no longer alone. A figure was sitting on the low concrete wall that formed the edge of the bunker. She sat with knees up to her chin, wrapped by her arms and a thick white wool sweater. Long dark hair was being tossed by the wind around her face pale in the deepening twilight. We both sat separated by twenty or so metres, lost in the twilight of our thoughts. After some time I looked up and she was gone. With her departure the spell of the place was lifted." title="The sun was low in the west casting a golden beam of light on distant figures far out from the shore appearing as is out of nowhere. Also looking down the beach I saw I was no longer alone. A figure was sitting on the low concrete wall that formed the edge of the bunker. She sat with knees up to her chin, wrapped by her arms and a thick white wool sweater. Long dark hair was being tossed by the wind around her face pale in the deepening twilight. We both sat separated by twenty or so metres, lost in the twilight of our thoughts. After some time I looked up and she was gone. With her departure the spell of the place was lifted." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113854497-Ti-6.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/113854740"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Juno Beach Time seemed suspended. I had an uncanny feeling I had been here before. I walked the beach, watching as the tide took the water half a kilometre out. This beach was so familiar; but nothing beyond it. At some point I turned and walked back towards the houses lining the beach, some looking just like they had prior to the invasion. The beach storage houses are a modern addition... you can rent one for the summer." title="Juno Beach Time seemed suspended. I had an uncanny feeling I had been here before. I walked the beach, watching as the tide took the water half a kilometre out. This beach was so familiar; but nothing beyond it. At some point I turned and walked back towards the houses lining the beach, some looking just like they had prior to the invasion. The beach storage houses are a modern addition... you can rent one for the summer." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113854740-Ti-4.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/127133684"><IMG width="100" height="65" alt="Autumn Glory This is a rift in the Niagara Escarpment (a geologic feature left behind by the retreating glaciers about ten thousand years ago) It is somewhere north of Toronto Ontario Canada, probably Mono Cliffs in the Caledon area. This aerial photograph was taken from a single engine light plane about 30 minutes after the dawn of an October morning when the trees were at the height of their autumn color display. Our altitude was probably about 900 m." title="Autumn Glory This is a rift in the Niagara Escarpment (a geologic feature left behind by the retreating glaciers about ten thousand years ago) It is somewhere north of Toronto Ontario Canada, probably Mono Cliffs in the Caledon area. This aerial photograph was taken from a single engine light plane about 30 minutes after the dawn of an October morning when the trees were at the height of their autumn color display. Our altitude was probably about 900 m." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/127133684-Ti-1.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/183673091"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="La Maison du Queen's Own Rifles One of the houses that survived the invasion. You will often see this house in footage of old WW2 film of the landings of D-Day. There it is seen just as the Landing Crafts front door open and machine gun fire cuts down a number of men." title="La Maison du Queen's Own Rifles One of the houses that survived the invasion. You will often see this house in footage of old WW2 film of the landings of D-Day. There it is seen just as the Landing Crafts front door open and machine gun fire cuts down a number of men." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/183673091-Ti.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/3/183673523"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="I felt an impossible yearning, to have been there, to have fought evil, at a time before ambiguity, when "They" were bad and "We" were good. The last "righteous war." One that had to be fought simply the consequences of not fighting it was too devastating to comprehend. I have since come to understand that it is that dichotomy that fuels all wars. It is often express religiously... that God is on our side, or that it is God's will that we fight and kill the evildoers. I realise now that I was yearning to have a sense of meaning that is one of wars most addictive and seductive traits. Particularly for those who never saw combat and the real horrors of war. I think it is one of the reasons that war remains as popular as it has." title="I felt an impossible yearning, to have been there, to have fought evil, at a time before ambiguity, when "They" were bad and "We" were good. The last "righteous war." One that had to be fought simply the consequences of not fighting it was too devastating to comprehend. I have since come to understand that it is that dichotomy that fuels all wars. It is often express religiously... that God is on our side, or that it is God's will that we fight and kill the evildoers. I realise now that I was yearning to have a sense of meaning that is one of wars most addictive and seductive traits. Particularly for those who never saw combat and the real horrors of war. I think it is one of the reasons that war remains as popular as it has." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/183673523-Ti.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/3/185691988"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Beyond these are, tangled woods surrounded by yellow ropes strung between red signs "Danger Entre Interdit Munitions Non EclatÚe" (undetonated explosives)." title="Beyond these are, tangled woods surrounded by yellow ropes strung between red signs "Danger Entre Interdit Munitions Non EclatÚe" (undetonated explosives)." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/185691988-Ti.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/3/185692575"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="This is the Canadian Cemetery at Juno Beach. Canadians provided 1 in 5 of all the troops landed on D-Day. As you can see many did not live through the assault and subsequent fighting." title="This is the Canadian Cemetery at Juno Beach. Canadians provided 1 in 5 of all the troops landed on D-Day. 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In the summer of 2003, there was a heat wave in Europe. It was so unbearable that most businesses closed during the searing heat of the afternoon and then reopened in the evening and then staying open until well after midnight. I had just landed at Leonardo Da Vinci airport, picked up my rental car (with AC thank god) and headed south to try to find the hotel I had booked on the Internet. I have a confession to make. I travel all over the world and regularly get lost if there is a choice of more than one road I will take the wrong one. So after about 3 tries I finally found my hotel in the town of Pommesia south of Rome. With the time change I was not yet feeling sleepy so I went for a walk along the main road next to the beach. As I walked along I caught sight of a bakery with a sales window open to the street. In that window was this gorgeous woman that you see here. She had no idea I was leaning on a lamppost (to steady my camera) and took her photo as she stared pensively out into the darkness. I decided to use no flash and so set the camera (Fuji S2 SLR Nikon based) and this photo was the result. It is now one of my favourite photos that I have ever taken. The natural lighting was amazing, outlining every muscle and particularly the shaft of light on her head giving her a type of halo... thus the name of the photo Madonna Of The Bakery. One other detail... it was after midnight and a sign nearby was flashing a temperature reading 36C. (97F)" title="Madonna Of The Bakery....... In the summer of 2003, there was a heat wave in Europe. It was so unbearable that most businesses closed during the searing heat of the afternoon and then reopened in the evening and then staying open until well after midnight. I had just landed at Leonardo Da Vinci airport, picked up my rental car (with AC thank god) and headed south to try to find the hotel I had booked on the Internet. I have a confession to make. I travel all over the world and regularly get lost if there is a choice of more than one road I will take the wrong one. So after about 3 tries I finally found my hotel in the town of Pommesia south of Rome. With the time change I was not yet feeling sleepy so I went for a walk along the main road next to the beach. As I walked along I caught sight of a bakery with a sales window open to the street. In that window was this gorgeous woman that you see here. She had no idea I was leaning on a lamppost (to steady my camera) and took her photo as she stared pensively out into the darkness. I decided to use no flash and so set the camera (Fuji S2 SLR Nikon based) and this photo was the result. It is now one of my favourite photos that I have ever taken. The natural lighting was amazing, outlining every muscle and particularly the shaft of light on her head giving her a type of halo... thus the name of the photo Madonna Of The Bakery. One other detail... it was after midnight and a sign nearby was flashing a temperature reading 36C. (97F)" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/107205857-Ti-7.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113856597"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Golden Silhouette x" title="Golden Silhouette x" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113856597-Ti-4.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113847541"><IMG width="100" height="65" alt="Autumn Glory Ontario Canada" title="Autumn Glory Ontario Canada" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113847541-Ti-4.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113856033"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Mother and Children - Greenland Taken from a commercial jet returning from England." title="Mother and Children - Greenland Taken from a commercial jet returning from England." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113856033-Ti-3.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113275699"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Not Hard To Swallow" title="Not Hard To Swallow" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113275699-Ti-2.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113863392"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Shadows Taking Flight" title="Shadows Taking Flight" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113863392-Ti-2.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113857490"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Sailing The Tectonic Seas It might take a few million years to get anywhere but you can imagine what this amazing mountain has "seen" in its time... Mont Aiguille (el. 2085 m./6842 ft.) is a mountain in the massif du Vercors in the French Prealps, located 58 km (36 mi) south of Grenoble. The mountain is most noted for its first ascent in 1492. Charles VIII ordered that the peak be climbed, so one of his servants, Antoine de Ville, made the ascent using a combination of ladders and other artificial aids. This makes it particularly important to climbers and is now climbed many times each year. SAILING THE TECTONIC SEAS by David Cale The mountain rears magnificent like a titanic ship’s prow it cuts through countless dawns sun warmed or storm wracked mute testimony to the tectonic brooding of the planet below our feet I am tempted to feel small But a mountain is just a mountain not a comment on me" title="Sailing The Tectonic Seas It might take a few million years to get anywhere but you can imagine what this amazing mountain has "seen" in its time... Mont Aiguille (el. 2085 m./6842 ft.) is a mountain in the massif du Vercors in the French Prealps, located 58 km (36 mi) south of Grenoble. The mountain is most noted for its first ascent in 1492. Charles VIII ordered that the peak be climbed, so one of his servants, Antoine de Ville, made the ascent using a combination of ladders and other artificial aids. This makes it particularly important to climbers and is now climbed many times each year. SAILING THE TECTONIC SEAS by David Cale The mountain rears magnificent like a titanic ship’s prow it cuts through countless dawns sun warmed or storm wracked mute testimony to the tectonic brooding of the planet below our feet I am tempted to feel small But a mountain is just a mountain not a comment on me" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113857490-Ti-4.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/183672964"><IMG width="67" height="100" alt="Juno at Courseulles sur Mer" title="Juno at Courseulles sur Mer" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/183672964-Ti-1.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113262073"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Mosque Cairo" title="Mosque Cairo" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113262073-Ti-2.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/1/113855837"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="La Place Du Canada One of these old bullet scarred German bunkers remains, renamed "Place du Canada." The Queen's Own Rifles memorial plaque describes the battle that day which and asks you to try to imagine what it was like. The trouble was I couldn't and suspected that only those actually there could ever grasp what took place. I took a deep breath. The salt spray smelled of the iodine rich seaweed strewn on the beach, the surf crashed and roared, and the grey-green sea was empty of the madness of men." title="La Place Du Canada One of these old bullet scarred German bunkers remains, renamed "Place du Canada." The Queen's Own Rifles memorial plaque describes the battle that day which and asks you to try to imagine what it was like. The trouble was I couldn't and suspected that only those actually there could ever grasp what took place. I took a deep breath. The salt spray smelled of the iodine rich seaweed strewn on the beach, the surf crashed and roared, and the grey-green sea was empty of the madness of men." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113855837-Ti-4.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/114046492"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Sailing The Tectonic Seas It might take a few million years to get anywhere but you can imagine what this amazing mountain has "seen" in its time... Mont Aiguille (el. 2085 m./6842 ft.) is a mountain in the massif du Vercors in the French Prealps, located 58 km (36 mi) south of Grenoble. The mountain is most noted for its first ascent in 1492. Charles VIII ordered that the peak be climbed, so one of his servants, Antoine de Ville, made the ascent using a combination of ladders and other artificial aids. This makes it particularly important to climbers and is now climbed many times each year. SAILING THE TECTONIC SEAS by David Cale The mountain rears magnificent like a titanic ship’s prow it cuts through countless dawns sun warmed or storm wracked mute testimony to the tectonic brooding of the planet below our feet I am tempted to feel small But a mountain is just a mountain not a comment on me" title="Sailing The Tectonic Seas It might take a few million years to get anywhere but you can imagine what this amazing mountain has "seen" in its time... Mont Aiguille (el. 2085 m./6842 ft.) is a mountain in the massif du Vercors in the French Prealps, located 58 km (36 mi) south of Grenoble. The mountain is most noted for its first ascent in 1492. Charles VIII ordered that the peak be climbed, so one of his servants, Antoine de Ville, made the ascent using a combination of ladders and other artificial aids. This makes it particularly important to climbers and is now climbed many times each year. SAILING THE TECTONIC SEAS by David Cale The mountain rears magnificent like a titanic ship’s prow it cuts through countless dawns sun warmed or storm wracked mute testimony to the tectonic brooding of the planet below our feet I am tempted to feel small But a mountain is just a mountain not a comment on me" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/114046492-Ti-3.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/113867130"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Making Baby Picnic Tables" title="Making Baby Picnic Tables" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113867130-Ti-4.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/183450783"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Normandy Remembrance by David Cale ® A cold wind, blew in from the sea. The day was grey and blustery. Typical June weather for Normandy. It was high tide. I walked out from the beach until I was standing, gazing out to sea, knee deep in the cold English Channel waters. I had travelled for five days North from Paris to Dunkerque and then exploring on my way down along the coast of France to Caen, and to the D-Day invasion beaches of Normandy. Driving north I crossed the river Orne at Pegasus bridge, which marks the Eastern edge of the D Day invasion. From there it was a short drive to the beaches. First Gold and Sword Beach, where British troops landed and then my objective Juno Beach where my countrymen, Canadians, came ashore. On a day similar to this, June 6, 1944, D-day, this six kilometre stretch of beach from Courseulles to St-Aubin sur Mer was newly christened -in blood- Juno Beach. It was here that Canadians of Toronto's Queen's Own Rifles, Regina Rifles, and Royal Winnipeg Rifles and others jumped into heavy surf and struggled ashore into the teeth of strong German resistance. Many of the German bunkers had not been destroyed by the preliminary bombardment, and until they were "silenced", these inflicted heavy losses. Many of the Canadian Amphibious Tanks went straight to the bottom in the heavy seas. Those that made it to shore aided enormously in making the landings a success. At the end of the day "The German dead were littered over the dunes, by the gun positions", a Canadian journalist reported. "By them, lay Canadians in bloodstained battledress, in the sand and in the grass, on the wire and by the concrete forts. ..They had lived a few minutes of the victory they had made. That was all." Three hundred and forty Canadians had given their lives. Another five hundred and seventy four had been wounded. This was just the beginning. In the days to come Canadians would see some of the bloodiest fighting of the invasion." title="Normandy Remembrance by David Cale ® A cold wind, blew in from the sea. The day was grey and blustery. Typical June weather for Normandy. It was high tide. I walked out from the beach until I was standing, gazing out to sea, knee deep in the cold English Channel waters. I had travelled for five days North from Paris to Dunkerque and then exploring on my way down along the coast of France to Caen, and to the D-Day invasion beaches of Normandy. Driving north I crossed the river Orne at Pegasus bridge, which marks the Eastern edge of the D Day invasion. From there it was a short drive to the beaches. First Gold and Sword Beach, where British troops landed and then my objective Juno Beach where my countrymen, Canadians, came ashore. On a day similar to this, June 6, 1944, D-day, this six kilometre stretch of beach from Courseulles to St-Aubin sur Mer was newly christened -in blood- Juno Beach. It was here that Canadians of Toronto's Queen's Own Rifles, Regina Rifles, and Royal Winnipeg Rifles and others jumped into heavy surf and struggled ashore into the teeth of strong German resistance. Many of the German bunkers had not been destroyed by the preliminary bombardment, and until they were "silenced", these inflicted heavy losses. Many of the Canadian Amphibious Tanks went straight to the bottom in the heavy seas. Those that made it to shore aided enormously in making the landings a success. At the end of the day "The German dead were littered over the dunes, by the gun positions", a Canadian journalist reported. "By them, lay Canadians in bloodstained battledress, in the sand and in the grass, on the wire and by the concrete forts. ..They had lived a few minutes of the victory they had made. That was all." Three hundred and forty Canadians had given their lives. Another five hundred and seventy four had been wounded. This was just the beginning. In the days to come Canadians would see some of the bloodiest fighting of the invasion." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/183450783-Ti-1.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/127134980"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Shadows" title="Shadows" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/127134980-Ti-1.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/113235016"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Mars & Moon @ Luxor" title="Mars & Moon @ Luxor" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113235016-Ti-2.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/183673279"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Tank reclaimed from under water" title="Tank reclaimed from under water" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/183673279-Ti.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/113854497"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="The sun was low in the west casting a golden beam of light on distant figures far out from the shore appearing as is out of nowhere. Also looking down the beach I saw I was no longer alone. A figure was sitting on the low concrete wall that formed the edge of the bunker. She sat with knees up to her chin, wrapped by her arms and a thick white wool sweater. Long dark hair was being tossed by the wind around her face pale in the deepening twilight. We both sat separated by twenty or so metres, lost in the twilight of our thoughts. After some time I looked up and she was gone. With her departure the spell of the place was lifted." title="The sun was low in the west casting a golden beam of light on distant figures far out from the shore appearing as is out of nowhere. Also looking down the beach I saw I was no longer alone. A figure was sitting on the low concrete wall that formed the edge of the bunker. She sat with knees up to her chin, wrapped by her arms and a thick white wool sweater. Long dark hair was being tossed by the wind around her face pale in the deepening twilight. We both sat separated by twenty or so metres, lost in the twilight of our thoughts. After some time I looked up and she was gone. With her departure the spell of the place was lifted." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113854497-Ti-6.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/113854740"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Juno Beach Time seemed suspended. I had an uncanny feeling I had been here before. I walked the beach, watching as the tide took the water half a kilometre out. This beach was so familiar; but nothing beyond it. At some point I turned and walked back towards the houses lining the beach, some looking just like they had prior to the invasion. The beach storage houses are a modern addition... you can rent one for the summer." title="Juno Beach Time seemed suspended. I had an uncanny feeling I had been here before. I walked the beach, watching as the tide took the water half a kilometre out. This beach was so familiar; but nothing beyond it. At some point I turned and walked back towards the houses lining the beach, some looking just like they had prior to the invasion. The beach storage houses are a modern addition... you can rent one for the summer." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/113854740-Ti-4.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/127133684"><IMG width="100" height="65" alt="Autumn Glory This is a rift in the Niagara Escarpment (a geologic feature left behind by the retreating glaciers about ten thousand years ago) It is somewhere north of Toronto Ontario Canada, probably Mono Cliffs in the Caledon area. This aerial photograph was taken from a single engine light plane about 30 minutes after the dawn of an October morning when the trees were at the height of their autumn color display. Our altitude was probably about 900 m." title="Autumn Glory This is a rift in the Niagara Escarpment (a geologic feature left behind by the retreating glaciers about ten thousand years ago) It is somewhere north of Toronto Ontario Canada, probably Mono Cliffs in the Caledon area. This aerial photograph was taken from a single engine light plane about 30 minutes after the dawn of an October morning when the trees were at the height of their autumn color display. Our altitude was probably about 900 m." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/127133684-Ti-1.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/2/183673091"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="La Maison du Queen's Own Rifles One of the houses that survived the invasion. You will often see this house in footage of old WW2 film of the landings of D-Day. There it is seen just as the Landing Crafts front door open and machine gun fire cuts down a number of men." title="La Maison du Queen's Own Rifles One of the houses that survived the invasion. You will often see this house in footage of old WW2 film of the landings of D-Day. There it is seen just as the Landing Crafts front door open and machine gun fire cuts down a number of men." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/183673091-Ti.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/3/183673523"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="I felt an impossible yearning, to have been there, to have fought evil, at a time before ambiguity, when "They" were bad and "We" were good. The last "righteous war." One that had to be fought simply the consequences of not fighting it was too devastating to comprehend. I have since come to understand that it is that dichotomy that fuels all wars. It is often express religiously... that God is on our side, or that it is God's will that we fight and kill the evildoers. I realise now that I was yearning to have a sense of meaning that is one of wars most addictive and seductive traits. Particularly for those who never saw combat and the real horrors of war. I think it is one of the reasons that war remains as popular as it has." title="I felt an impossible yearning, to have been there, to have fought evil, at a time before ambiguity, when "They" were bad and "We" were good. The last "righteous war." One that had to be fought simply the consequences of not fighting it was too devastating to comprehend. I have since come to understand that it is that dichotomy that fuels all wars. It is often express religiously... that God is on our side, or that it is God's will that we fight and kill the evildoers. I realise now that I was yearning to have a sense of meaning that is one of wars most addictive and seductive traits. Particularly for those who never saw combat and the real horrors of war. I think it is one of the reasons that war remains as popular as it has." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/183673523-Ti.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/3/185691988"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="Beyond these are, tangled woods surrounded by yellow ropes strung between red signs "Danger Entre Interdit Munitions Non EclatÚe" (undetonated explosives)." title="Beyond these are, tangled woods surrounded by yellow ropes strung between red signs "Danger Entre Interdit Munitions Non EclatÚe" (undetonated explosives)." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/185691988-Ti.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/3/185692575"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="This is the Canadian Cemetery at Juno Beach. Canadians provided 1 in 5 of all the troops landed on D-Day. As you can see many did not live through the assault and subsequent fighting." title="This is the Canadian Cemetery at Juno Beach. Canadians provided 1 in 5 of all the troops landed on D-Day. As you can see many did not live through the assault and subsequent fighting." class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/185692575-Ti.jpg" /></A></DIV><DIV class="photo"><A class="photoLink" href="http://ImagesOfTheJourney.smugmug.com/popular/3/185692657"><IMG width="100" height="67" alt="" title="" class="imgBorder" src="http://www.imagesofthejourney.com/photos/185692657-Ti.jpg" /></A></DIV></DIV><DIV class="spacer"></DIV> </DIV></blockquote></div><div style="margin: 0px 6px 6px 4px;"><table style="font-size: 11px;border-spacing: 0px;padding: 0px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><tr><td style="background:transparent;border-width:0px;padding:0px;"> </td><td align="right" style="background:transparent;border-width:0px;padding:0px;width:107px" width="107"><a href="http://clipmarks.com/share/5A6CC4F1-1DBB-4309-9B99-A34701B176E2/blog/" title="blog or email this clip"><img src="http://content9.clipmarks.com/images/c2b-foot.png" border="0" alt="blog it" width="107" height="17" style="border-width:0px;padding:0px;margin:0px;" /></a></td></tr></table></div></div>
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