This week, the House of Commons Justice Committee adjourned without voting on whether to call Jody Wilson-Raybould to testify again.
Half an hour into an emergency meeting of the justice committee, Liberal MPs used their majority to adjourn without holding a vote on whether to recall Ms. Wilson-Raybould, drawing cries of “shame,” “despicable” and “cover-up” from opposition MPs. – Globe & Mail
Between our rented house and Queen Creek Wash — with its roadrunners, hawks, bunnies, great horned owls, and Gambel’s quail (which move too jerkily and continuously to be photographed) — the photography options are a bit limited.
The outbound route does take me by the levitating wigeons and occasional turtles, so there’s that. But there are only so many photos I need of wigeons, and the typical homeward-bound route is a bit boring.
So it came about that I was looking more carefully at tree trunks, marvelling at their diversity of texture.
Fun at your fingertips.™
Yes, marketers continue to find new ways to use under-used spaces: in this case, jar-lid edges.
Guys. Get a grip. They’re olives.
But why am I even paying attention to jar lids and their edges? It all started because, although I routinely buy any brand’s medium salsa at home in Ottawa, it turns out that all medium salsa in Phoenix is too hot for me. Every. Single. Brand. Continue reading
They’re hatched! At least I think so.
I believe the photo on the right, taken today (13 Mar 2019), is my first glimpse of an owlet. For comparison, the photo on the left, taken two days ago, is clearly an adult.
The eggs could/should be hatched, because the Cornell Lab of Ornithology gives the incubation period as 30 to 37 days, and I first saw them on the nest 36 days ago.
Gosh! I have to say that this is a lot more fun than following the updates on the SNC-Lavalin mess.
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face:
now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
– Corinthians 13:12 KJV
Early imprinting lasts: In this case, a weekly exposure to Bible readings. Without any pretense at serious, ongoing Biblical study, I still have bits and pieces that surface at odd (hopefully apropos) moments. Continue reading
I’d say that it’s indisputably true that the road between Phoenix and Tortilla Flat offers, almost exclusively, vistas messed up by power lines. But despite my whinging, Fish Creek Lookout has plenty of nice views unencumbered by power lines.
Both the far vistas . . . Continue reading
In Oct 2015, I posted two photos showing the challenge that power lines can be for the casual photographer. Well, OK, the challenge for me. Sometimes I just fail to see them. Sometimes I see them all too clearly, but there’s just no place to stand to get a photo of a beautiful vista that doesn’t include the power line running through it. I even thought about starting a photo blog — A Power Line Runs Through It — a little riff on A River Runs Through It. Continue reading
Yelich. Is that Yel-ich or Yel-ick, I wonder.
Sitting in the stands during Spring Training, I have time for some sideways musings, even with the new time clocks aiming to speed up play.
Ege. Is that Ee-gee or Ee-jee or something else? Continue reading
When we’re in Phoenix for the winter, we try to make a day trip to Roosevelt Dam. I’m not sure why. There’s just something iconic about it. Maybe it’s the sight of all that water in an otherwise sere landscape. Maybe it’s the colour of the rocks. Maybe it’s the adjacent bridge. I mean, a bridge is like chocolate: never wrong. Continue reading
Posted: 2025 Aug 20
