tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41156601508204880502024-03-05T10:33:29.890-07:00David Bull PhotographyDavid M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-70208858778848499352021-06-24T13:43:00.002-06:002021-06-24T13:43:32.455-06:00Prairie Storms<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnFNjmXjUj7VWgAeyKlbz-QrUmwzrcW0OunHRuvbE6_XVuYOfQxuYx40Wmjx6OLwv2ejSdpHD6yWVMdgiSVbhJWQdWrmEK2MLFfJpN2_-r42EUtEABOqyhHy92o1ClWazNlr13KspHXZ8/s2048/IMG_2017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnFNjmXjUj7VWgAeyKlbz-QrUmwzrcW0OunHRuvbE6_XVuYOfQxuYx40Wmjx6OLwv2ejSdpHD6yWVMdgiSVbhJWQdWrmEK2MLFfJpN2_-r42EUtEABOqyhHy92o1ClWazNlr13KspHXZ8/s320/IMG_2017.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>The one thing that keeps me in great awe, it's the storms that I have witnessed in my time living outside of Calgary Alberta. The skies that go on forever, in all directions, become a canvas of nature. </p><p>Sorry for the long extended absence from this site. Life has gotten in the way. Things change, locations change and yes, people change or have changed. in these past many months I have lost family, gained a few new family members. I've become a grandfather and in the coming days... I'll be ordained as a deacon with the Anglican Church. Maybe it's time that I get reacquainted with my old love... photography. Who know's what the good Lord is going to do for (with) me.</p><p>Cheers</p>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-80361537196974105462014-04-27T22:24:00.000-06:002014-04-27T22:24:02.758-06:00A trip back home. I recently made a trip back to the city that I call home. It was to say the least, bitter sweet. The trip included visits to many old friends. A few that I know I will never see again. That was the toughest part of the whole trip.<br />
Then there was the unique opportunity to see my home town of Windsor as a tourists. To be honest with you it was the most photographs I have shot in a long, long time.<br />
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This one photograph of the Detroit skyline is one of the best photos of the whole trip. I cannot begin to tell you how much I miss seeing this view! David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-18462328948391765712012-05-06T15:57:00.001-06:002012-05-06T15:57:28.192-06:00Cursillo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have been going through an amazing spiritual journey these last few weeks. It started with Cursillo Calgary. Pictured here is my cross from that weekend. Then this past weekend it was a workshop put on by Promise Keepers Canada. (<a href="http://www.promisekeepers.ca/">www.promisekeepers.ca</a> )It has been a walk and a path of direction is becoming apparent. It looks like it will be an amazing journey. <br />
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<br />David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-60420545301026470892011-12-13T00:15:00.000-07:002011-12-13T00:15:15.251-07:00and a new project begins....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6eU34y6-3iVvV3bYhREvA6o2NTpPECwmyBI6I9eBfQkdFW9r7Z1gYOG8DcqdS7nfJVmBm8ImpzDyE9tH2lcwmjX8lpF0YcHp_EpuohSAJCMeYkcqCG4TlExcdN6XCtUFjRJPdFmID2g/s1600/IMG_2602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6eU34y6-3iVvV3bYhREvA6o2NTpPECwmyBI6I9eBfQkdFW9r7Z1gYOG8DcqdS7nfJVmBm8ImpzDyE9tH2lcwmjX8lpF0YcHp_EpuohSAJCMeYkcqCG4TlExcdN6XCtUFjRJPdFmID2g/s320/IMG_2602.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4gpkhnfa2uNw2Y0_GrYOJ_XtpLYSaCU4pTTGqAA11HDleB9tjouJXdFyb9uhRrFsQfwFbPGfOggqfy_eyNNdE-gWOdzl3_UXmwennDJxGuWH7I07Z4ytNo7PGeVuaF7zzyJEAzNgKVQ/s1600/IMG_2606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4gpkhnfa2uNw2Y0_GrYOJ_XtpLYSaCU4pTTGqAA11HDleB9tjouJXdFyb9uhRrFsQfwFbPGfOggqfy_eyNNdE-gWOdzl3_UXmwennDJxGuWH7I07Z4ytNo7PGeVuaF7zzyJEAzNgKVQ/s320/IMG_2606.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I have been driving around the city of Calgary for quite a bit now. On a recent trip I was inspired and now I have made it my new project. The uncelebrated corner store. These are not the same as the ones in the little strip plaza. These are neighbourhood institutions that in some cases have been around for a generation, or two.<br />
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These were and are family run businesses. The person at the register would know your name, your brother or sister`s name and what brand of smokes your father smoked. That of course was at a time when as a kid, you could stop in a grab a pack of your father`s favourite brand and the clerk knew that your word was good enough and pass them across the corner. <br />
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I even remember going to the Starlite in Windsor and buying a bag of chips for fifteen cents. How`s that for dating myself. Anyways, I am using this topic for the start of a new photo series. Keep in touch and see what I come up with.David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-38489105263143351012011-11-26T21:33:00.000-07:002011-11-26T21:33:48.950-07:00a friend and a hero<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabPEuVA0JATunl7XJkTgB9uz7LDhMwkrHjr-WSgLiRNml4kkXITywmBA-PoEZcudGALZmH2O_FwDHR5wDVYqOrQdgu3UMonY2OGioOJokjcpzX0KrI3oci9g0xOjTSpmDPjILnVx78ic/s1600/IMG_2571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabPEuVA0JATunl7XJkTgB9uz7LDhMwkrHjr-WSgLiRNml4kkXITywmBA-PoEZcudGALZmH2O_FwDHR5wDVYqOrQdgu3UMonY2OGioOJokjcpzX0KrI3oci9g0xOjTSpmDPjILnVx78ic/s320/IMG_2571.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I used to be a member of the Moose Lodge here in Calgary. One of the highlights of being a member there was the day I met a wonderful lady who I now have the honour to not only call a friend, but a hero. Why do I call her a hero you ask. Well she works hard at telling the stories that needs to be told. </div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This photo is from a shoot for a project that she is currently working on. I have included a link to her web site. Check it out. I assure you that it is well worth the visit. <a href="http://www.phylliswheaton.com/">http://www.phylliswheaton.com/</a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-66251050977761620692011-11-26T21:04:00.002-07:002011-11-26T21:04:37.061-07:00from Grandma...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVt6udwOJq-nesMsU2UaLtJKZgUB1mXI1gUA63-Hu0uBTOTKd4aO4BHGdfvpSwOgHjDKyUmJne0W6wgh8Wx9MbaLct2ZPFknLmxeH4CkWY9PnguQfTJ4fEU94eRxnB-kFRBPuIM3o79nA/s1600/319240_10150356475936572_550211571_8544191_910324804_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVt6udwOJq-nesMsU2UaLtJKZgUB1mXI1gUA63-Hu0uBTOTKd4aO4BHGdfvpSwOgHjDKyUmJne0W6wgh8Wx9MbaLct2ZPFknLmxeH4CkWY9PnguQfTJ4fEU94eRxnB-kFRBPuIM3o79nA/s320/319240_10150356475936572_550211571_8544191_910324804_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Growing up, we usually found a pair of these under the tree on Christmas morning. The ones for us boys had a bow tie on the top. Our sister's had a flower. This was also the case in my cousin's house.<br />
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Then as my cousins and I got married and had kids, there would be a pair of knitted slippers beneath the tree for our wives and kids. All handmade by Grandma Burgess.<br />
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Well Grandma has been gone for a few years now. She's one of the many ghost's of my Christmases past, along with a long list of loved ones who made Christmas and Christmas mornings special. They live as fond memories that I will once again look back on this Christmas morning.<br />
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Now I have taken to going to winter craft shows in community centers or church basements looking, searching for slippers for the coming cold season. It was either this or hire some gray haired granny to make them for me. The fact that they are not wrapped to be found under the tree I will have to get over.<br />
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I will deal with that on Christmas morning. I will sit in my chair reflecting back on my Christmases past. I can still remember the tag signed, 'to David from Grandma with love.'David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-60392151222529503442011-04-27T16:30:00.001-06:002011-04-27T16:32:36.789-06:00There<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OjuKmx0hZfGcXEjkVX_hYYejdXX1jdY-HlSdxakYYcnyzXuJIxGVu4kJFtgUq3WLiNTRBQv0awntofNIJPIlaIcpRByF52tIqjJFcKrCjZEQS-LubxoYeZlRN4M3ihgbENrZ-nExfPY/s1600/theradapaton.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; height: 289px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600394768914067154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OjuKmx0hZfGcXEjkVX_hYYejdXX1jdY-HlSdxakYYcnyzXuJIxGVu4kJFtgUq3WLiNTRBQv0awntofNIJPIlaIcpRByF52tIqjJFcKrCjZEQS-LubxoYeZlRN4M3ihgbENrZ-nExfPY/s400/theradapaton.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-87899432436754448872010-11-20T10:35:00.006-07:002010-11-20T10:44:00.598-07:00Gerber Daisies and photo filters...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5pJAIktzegHunWmOQFKv0faY_vKWD4IQO3zILxbRlQl-nZ1wmVZFgzelhQSv2GZHeBWd8cAJaMlPB8r4aUhZMRDn5RrgCz9G_18juxnjdtWXWR5NyTcxbZRmuZc2hQAPWKPs0ClGOVU/s1600/IMG_1814intense.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 392px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541688182379628226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5pJAIktzegHunWmOQFKv0faY_vKWD4IQO3zILxbRlQl-nZ1wmVZFgzelhQSv2GZHeBWd8cAJaMlPB8r4aUhZMRDn5RrgCz9G_18juxnjdtWXWR5NyTcxbZRmuZc2hQAPWKPs0ClGOVU/s400/IMG_1814intense.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFP9MtYKqRcDni61quo4Jv5zQb98zq6mpeiJOz6lcTot0TrWecrUpWAvkRkFMNXJE5AtQsaWagwewbSi-MoiMalFQAUb5JCqWVNS38k-rI1Dv4xw3Y75ISjFiQxF2gYxZUX1ZWZH6H15w/s1600/IMG_1802int.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541687743925071794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFP9MtYKqRcDni61quo4Jv5zQb98zq6mpeiJOz6lcTot0TrWecrUpWAvkRkFMNXJE5AtQsaWagwewbSi-MoiMalFQAUb5JCqWVNS38k-rI1Dv4xw3Y75ISjFiQxF2gYxZUX1ZWZH6H15w/s400/IMG_1802int.jpg" /></a> Having been snowed in this past week I thought that I would do a little experimenting with some photo editing software. These are the results of my time spent in the digital photo lab.<br /><br /><div></div></div>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-90352981922382877342010-11-11T15:57:00.002-07:002010-11-11T16:05:39.713-07:00November 11, 2010-Time passes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMoADwpJYX-KIUTjggr5ASqf78Zc9mCkHDTS1w0dbos0jBWxZpx7cjBl_DXe37jLUdloSs9v4m_XtmmjmHfFuVJzjvX9hrchtMOwSf0zEcNEr7EreqAZFIzgKDf5e8dCj4J614JWrk8M/s1600/IMG_1747.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538430490550557282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMoADwpJYX-KIUTjggr5ASqf78Zc9mCkHDTS1w0dbos0jBWxZpx7cjBl_DXe37jLUdloSs9v4m_XtmmjmHfFuVJzjvX9hrchtMOwSf0zEcNEr7EreqAZFIzgKDf5e8dCj4J614JWrk8M/s400/IMG_1747.JPG" /></a> Today was the first time that I have taken in a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Remembrance</span> Day service since I have moved to Calgary. I had a vested interest in this year's service. It was my son's first parade as an Air Cadet, 528 Buffalo Squadron.<br /><br />I shot a bunch of pics, but this one here touched me the most. I just find this so moving, so powerful that it found it`s way here. I cannot look at it without feeling emotional about it.<br /><br />To all veterans-For all of my freedoms, all of my life's liberties, for of my rights that sometimes I have taken for granted-Thank you Veterans. To you all I owe a great debt of gratitude.David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-53333054904392581522010-10-17T07:53:00.002-06:002010-10-17T08:08:20.455-06:00The Prince House<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCQEB7c3xCtptqHvdb355nc_6hVI1WFPflJ7W0rfP3_YLDc_RLMVQiSRcen0xzmB-HabvVttSGoZwpxC_JvjxQ60enjm1oQbSASXHZm98N1VquIsRuwxhVy79-hYakb4t_5ER_1F6bqU/s1600/IMG_1647.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529013852496275458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCQEB7c3xCtptqHvdb355nc_6hVI1WFPflJ7W0rfP3_YLDc_RLMVQiSRcen0xzmB-HabvVttSGoZwpxC_JvjxQ60enjm1oQbSASXHZm98N1VquIsRuwxhVy79-hYakb4t_5ER_1F6bqU/s400/IMG_1647.jpg" /></a> This house is now located in Calgary's Heritage Park. It's plans were found in Popular Science Magazine and built by Peter Anthony Prince. It's original location was on Prince's Island, which is on the Bow River in downtown Calgary.<br /><br />Peter Anthony Prince was most noted as being the founder of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Eau</span> Clair lumber Co, of Calgary.<br /><div></div>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-71810430224541284332010-07-21T21:47:00.002-06:002010-07-21T22:16:44.679-06:00I truly am Blessed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlzvhxEtqhwMdtYqSRZ204IMJQOVzq0XgH1lAVif4LndPdkvplcfR9ogvGQF4ZKC4DLMNF-Az-x-RANT5e1D7AWw3jD1sR6C96B6Iw-O9ku-0zo-zkgZ3J4e824gX-lalMM7w8sjuPhQ/s1600/IMG_1361kay.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496573851243300210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlzvhxEtqhwMdtYqSRZ204IMJQOVzq0XgH1lAVif4LndPdkvplcfR9ogvGQF4ZKC4DLMNF-Az-x-RANT5e1D7AWw3jD1sR6C96B6Iw-O9ku-0zo-zkgZ3J4e824gX-lalMM7w8sjuPhQ/s400/IMG_1361kay.jpg" /></a><br /><p>This Kailey and she is my God daughter. These past couple of weeks she has been around the house and it's really a nice feeling. The noises, the activity and the feeling of young energy about the place. Then I think it's not all that long ago our own little kids would natter about the digs. So it has taken me back to the days when Alex and Becca were that age. The only difference is thankfully the Barney videos have been long turfed out! So no need to slit the wrists this time around.</p><p>It has also made me feel old. I look at Kayley and think, where did the time go. Before I knew it I am a middle aged guy with as much of my life ahead of me (being hopeful) as there is behind me. This <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">situation</span> has truly caused me to reflect on my place in the cycle of life....kids do do that.</p><p>Good grief, what will happen when we start with the grand kids. I could only wonder at this point. I will have some new one to torment.</p>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-17696372148054782292010-06-30T12:41:00.002-06:002010-06-30T12:49:58.148-06:00traffic jam in K country<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oTSdYCv9yqUlfuBuuI6HqbOinH_DvjIcVsN0IPI7XNqtIAxPpVrsbRm13Xh10pRUXv3xkzW5wzB7DJsxMNDOub5__Lje-y9_8ElMq2cUpF7iga5oIM_8gPlbLMbAWlEWpTD-KUps2EI/s1600/IMG_1331.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488639481311087154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oTSdYCv9yqUlfuBuuI6HqbOinH_DvjIcVsN0IPI7XNqtIAxPpVrsbRm13Xh10pRUXv3xkzW5wzB7DJsxMNDOub5__Lje-y9_8ElMq2cUpF7iga5oIM_8gPlbLMbAWlEWpTD-KUps2EI/s400/IMG_1331.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />I was born and raised in Windsor Ontario. I am used to traffic jams, especially the ones across the river in Detroit. Been in Calgary now for over four years. You wanna talk about traffic jams. The Deerfoot freeway is a parking lot on a good day. Then there is Kananaskis country, also known as K country.<br /><br />Well this is what a traffic jam looks like in K country.... YAHOOOO!!David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-57814820694744739102010-04-12T17:33:00.002-06:002010-04-12T17:41:16.611-06:00If you are a parent...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYP-sps7anrlFYzd8y-T7_zFgJyh9tSmfZHzH9ZKKbOibE_CjjeufuuY8IUf0IodBUluhcaxn2ebm6VKxD672CrpK2SpLaqJ45qS7pfOF926T3XBxLFeZsRKhoq4VmVK86ZC6C-Zb1Sw/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459398942855885634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYP-sps7anrlFYzd8y-T7_zFgJyh9tSmfZHzH9ZKKbOibE_CjjeufuuY8IUf0IodBUluhcaxn2ebm6VKxD672CrpK2SpLaqJ45qS7pfOF926T3XBxLFeZsRKhoq4VmVK86ZC6C-Zb1Sw/s400/IMG_0476.JPG" /></a><br /><div>If you have teenagers in the house you know how this story goes. The dirty dishes have just been washed and put away. The left overs in the fridge, counter tops wiped down and the lights turned off when all of a sudden. The fridge door is cracked open and a face cranes in for a good look around. </div><div> </div><div>"I am hungry and there's nothing to eat!" Echo's down the hall. You know where I am going. Yeah teenagers with there heads stuck in the fridge. All kinds of food there and yet 'there's nothing to eat!</div><div> </div><div>Needless to say, it is the only light that they do know how to shut off! cause all they have to do is close the door!</div>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-63305277486281232872010-03-10T18:03:00.003-07:002010-03-10T18:06:52.451-07:00Having some fun with the New Camera<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy7pL0bHoIdHCK7qCmCgOiL8ZaviDeV2gZAt75cfLhVbem-_eEBuZ7fmElhuaEQ2xWcKDHrbSHI4EGe7x2Z630gVOGl2jqbrDCO0z-h-pZYNjorG8c8On888hmaB90j3olxWPxLdTH8Go/s1600-h/IMG_0022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447176071953588978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy7pL0bHoIdHCK7qCmCgOiL8ZaviDeV2gZAt75cfLhVbem-_eEBuZ7fmElhuaEQ2xWcKDHrbSHI4EGe7x2Z630gVOGl2jqbrDCO0z-h-pZYNjorG8c8On888hmaB90j3olxWPxLdTH8Go/s320/IMG_0022.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Bob just happened to be around when the new camera came out of the box. So I had a little fun with it, and with Bob. He didn't care much. He really doesn't care too much about anything. </div>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-25491831314589171912010-02-17T10:06:00.002-07:002010-02-17T10:17:49.714-07:00Lake Minnewanka<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAvfYjJKLLfyKud_BhiXO_wyRfAXUB7FJMfJprwJCiSCWe0p0BqkQZ4OE2R-iJJrUfGi8EMxINjVkoz1cgN3rljrV816MfxAPs0oFFLIYyMyS2Nyu63PZvt7PxyW6Ccu1BcnAc89_DNE/s1600-h/lake.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439260752789693554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAvfYjJKLLfyKud_BhiXO_wyRfAXUB7FJMfJprwJCiSCWe0p0BqkQZ4OE2R-iJJrUfGi8EMxINjVkoz1cgN3rljrV816MfxAPs0oFFLIYyMyS2Nyu63PZvt7PxyW6Ccu1BcnAc89_DNE/s320/lake.jpg" /></a> I am still getting messed around by the insurance company for the replacement of my camera equipment, so I have dived into my collection of photographs and found this. Yeah sure Banff is great and all, but you cannot go there without stopping in at Lake Minnnewanka. Truly beautiful. This will definately become a favourite stop for us. Next time we will pack a lunch and stake out a spot on it's shores and soak it all in.<br /><div></div><br />The lake is 28 km long and 142 m deep, making it the longest lake in the mountain parks of the Canadian Rockies this is the result of a power dam at the west end of the lake.The most recent dam (1941) raised the lake 30 m and submerged the resort village of Minnewanka Landing that had been present there since 1888.<br /><br />Because of the presence of the submerged village, submerged bridge pilings, and submerged dam (the one from 1912) the lake is popular among recreational scuba divers.David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-35614351254145097082009-12-18T11:24:00.005-07:002009-12-21T18:19:28.026-07:00Waiting for December 20, 2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuRo05NciJiVl7wKVbpM1gHkMrIYrt4XuI2O9ROw9u0QI0K1NcFdiwMm_U6iCUPdcHhk0XGLyyaSRabxsU9ewk59H61PgHG3EZHZ2PJxbd3xTIMj1m4kytB4TMUKlGKHKapHqIk-nECh8/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416644000806200818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuRo05NciJiVl7wKVbpM1gHkMrIYrt4XuI2O9ROw9u0QI0K1NcFdiwMm_U6iCUPdcHhk0XGLyyaSRabxsU9ewk59H61PgHG3EZHZ2PJxbd3xTIMj1m4kytB4TMUKlGKHKapHqIk-nECh8/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" /></a> On December 12, I received an email from a dear friend of mine, Phyllis <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wheaton</span>, about the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">upcoming</span> screening of the movie short that Alex starred in an I acted in. To say the least its been an incredibly long week of waiting. The whole family is excited about this Sunday night.<br /><br />Not is it only a reason for a family outing, but we all get to share in Alexander's first foray into the world of acting. He was amazingly professional in the way he carried himself on the set for two whole days. A lot to ask for an 11 year old who has the attention span as long as his father. We each get a copy of the movie and a copy will be headed to Windsor for the grandparents.<br /><br />I just read my friend Kim Wilson's blog about her daughter Bug wanting to audition for a community play. <a href="http://networkedblogs.com/p21476625">http://networkedblogs.com/p21476625</a> I know what she is going through, I have two <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">performers</span> in my household who both take what they do very serious. Bug I cannot wish you good luck but all I can say is go and break a leg!! you will do very well.<br /><br />UPDATE- here is the link so that you can watch the movie (aprox 12 minutes)<br />just cut and paste it in your browser window http://gallery.me.com/phylliswheaton#100000David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-19664503262430858972009-11-26T22:41:00.002-07:002009-11-26T23:15:18.893-07:00drive by photography<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQpyfsZ60XkAtpkl6wxPMwYRZ2CGE4hya7ddxj1blHul49KUJVd4Jov0SH5UEPkuGliSSMKk3RByJ6HelkHcLxhAeqesm1SO-tTtbKZviBGcuQORmwqG3tzOzCcDrlwztDsUaUpJDl6I/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408655663843532194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQpyfsZ60XkAtpkl6wxPMwYRZ2CGE4hya7ddxj1blHul49KUJVd4Jov0SH5UEPkuGliSSMKk3RByJ6HelkHcLxhAeqesm1SO-tTtbKZviBGcuQORmwqG3tzOzCcDrlwztDsUaUpJDl6I/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS14c2TjVOD0gNifovqPclpHP7qoFPurR4VZswIsawbCfB_HtlglYUoaAsK-MWNWEvJALIbAnCa8vdBqJyXy-VKGlQRV00HGxTnu4pn4TF-S2kYajTt8QjtMuSGDS5YvctTGz-3FzljQ8/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408655658658848546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS14c2TjVOD0gNifovqPclpHP7qoFPurR4VZswIsawbCfB_HtlglYUoaAsK-MWNWEvJALIbAnCa8vdBqJyXy-VKGlQRV00HGxTnu4pn4TF-S2kYajTt8QjtMuSGDS5YvctTGz-3FzljQ8/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rhS8xd0WL4GNffQAegWMYH-P9K6YxSViFy_aBaGNI0F7h0TNV6pPTIm9LCTiJKnhABdtuDrUn3VhgYoJhGPMaHjeaR0Eju-Gy8Lyi90xjjW1ziKrPc2kzwd79oDqo4jJ0D2I_XoENVQ/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408655648401400354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rhS8xd0WL4GNffQAegWMYH-P9K6YxSViFy_aBaGNI0F7h0TNV6pPTIm9LCTiJKnhABdtuDrUn3VhgYoJhGPMaHjeaR0Eju-Gy8Lyi90xjjW1ziKrPc2kzwd79oDqo4jJ0D2I_XoENVQ/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" /></a><br /><br />There's a self label that I have named my hobby and its called drive by photography. Its all part of my philosophy in life. Anyone who knows me, is quite aware of the fact that to me-getting there is all part of the adventure. That is one of the benefits of being relatively new to this part of the country. There are lots of unexplored country for me to discover.<br /><br />That's why my camera has never been too far from my side while I sit behind the wheel. You just never know what you are going to come across. So you have to be ready to capture what you see, while it wasn't critical here when it comes to traveling in the mountains and you're dealing with wild life it is completely different.<br /><br />Just a warning, if you travel through the mountains as a photographer in a white pick up truck keep in mind that the bears are conditioned to run from white pick up trucks. This is due to the fact that the conservation officers drive white trucks they know that there will be a sore back side to follow. After all this conditioning of CO's driving white trucks around to shoot bears with rubber bullets, the bears know better.<br /><br />Now if you are a 'drive-by-photographer' don't be scared to get out and walk around to get pictures from different angles. Sometimes if you zoom in on something specific, you may get some really interesting photos compared to the whole item. If you don't you may regret it later. Being careful not to trespass. If there is something that you have to shoot, try and get the property owner's permission. Take the time to explain what you are after and why.<br /><br />This one time outside of Windsor, I drove past this fellow who was buring debris in the ditch out front of his farm house. He stood there naturally posed with his chin resting on his shovel watching the fire. I pulled onto the should, approached him and asked if I could take his picture. Looking at me like I was nuts-he agreed. The photo turned out great, I even printed up an 8x1o and gave it to him the next time I was in the area. His wife was thrilled with the photograph and was amazed at the fact she actually had a great natural photo of her husband.David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-73937026268669233742009-11-21T10:15:00.002-07:002009-11-21T11:48:13.185-07:00Peace Keepers Memorial- Calgary Alberta<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gjmv003HESMTtZFhsNS5CKXsM6sNuVrcUcb6axYWK8xEeYhTuFWw-HCNGxI-ORxINARW06X7Mg1h8wkFxQN-JSXwW68jWncNdFXGW91nf98HFWFhZE2ogiJp1ThrtABrTCKJSPuroW8/s1600/peacekeeper.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406606914792555346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gjmv003HESMTtZFhsNS5CKXsM6sNuVrcUcb6axYWK8xEeYhTuFWw-HCNGxI-ORxINARW06X7Mg1h8wkFxQN-JSXwW68jWncNdFXGW91nf98HFWFhZE2ogiJp1ThrtABrTCKJSPuroW8/s320/peacekeeper.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Pictured here is the bronze statue from the Peace keepers memorial in Calgary Alberta. It is of a Canadian Soldier Cpl. Mark Isfeld giving an Izzy doll to a village girl. (More about the Izzy doll below)<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Another part of this memorial is a wall feature that carries the names of the Canadian Peace Keepers as well as diplomats, killed in the line of duty. </div><div></div><div></div>><div><br />The Izzy Doll Story</div><div><br />Master Corporal Mark Isfeld, for whom the dolls are named, was killed in an explosion while clearing landmines in Croatia in 1994. Not too long before he died, he had asked his mother to create little dolls that he and fellow members of 1 Combat Engineer Regiment could give to the children they encountered every day. After he died, his parents, Carol and Brian Isfeld, continued to organize the knitting and distribution of the dolls until their deaths.<br /><br />Now, Shirley O’Connell, of the Order of the Eastern Star, continues Mark Isfeld’s legacy at the request of the Isfeld family. Members of the order collected the handcrafted dolls from women in communities throughout Ontario and turned them over to Major Chris Ayotte, who will ensure that the dolls reach their destination. The order and the Canadian Military Engineers Association provide a network of military engineers who assist in the collection and delivery of Izzy dolls to deployed troops, to be given to the children they encounter every day.<br /><br />Some dolls have recently been distributed to children in Afghanistan and Jamaica. Izzy dolls are also being distributed throughout Africa via a partnership with International Community for the Relief of Starvation and Suffering Canada.<br /><br />Since December 2005, the Order of the Eastern Star has provided more than 18 000 Izzy dolls to the CF for distribution worldwide. </div>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-34801378342590721962009-11-12T11:40:00.003-07:002009-11-12T12:00:16.375-07:00Breakfast<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn1dqcsbjCxA7mcunsq6B-vV-60oU_L9t-Gyvv3qWhQcKvH47GpntsDROb3d-WXlJ_AfOFenwGhQav1rOjtDYPQQhtKj3oozvAwxfkKaiaPHPLDyMC_KRiQqIfqNm1LDDo5PHuv0x4Tl8/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403289080144895634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn1dqcsbjCxA7mcunsq6B-vV-60oU_L9t-Gyvv3qWhQcKvH47GpntsDROb3d-WXlJ_AfOFenwGhQav1rOjtDYPQQhtKj3oozvAwxfkKaiaPHPLDyMC_KRiQqIfqNm1LDDo5PHuv0x4Tl8/s400/breakfast.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Yes, I know its been posted before. Well there have been some developments about this photograph on the site <a href="http://www.panoramio.com/">www.panoramio.com</a> I felt that it was appropriate for me to share with you. I have cut and paste the one comment from a person named <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">hideho</span> and my response to it here for you to read.</div><div> </div><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">hideho</span>-Google earth is avenue for every kind of "meaningful" and "meaningless" photo conceived. I , for one do not think it is a site for "cruel" or "insensitive" photos. This is a homeless person, clearly. You can't see his face, but you can see his condition. If you're trying to make some sort of "statement" here, say so. "Eating breakfast" hardly covers it, sounds condescending, mean. Photo should be removed. Find something else "artsy-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">fartsy</span>" to post. Shame on you!</div><div> </div><div>Well after much deliberation I replied to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">hideho</span>. It reads as follows-</div><div> </div><div>David M. Bull- Yes <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hideho</span> shame on me. In fact shame on us all. "A society is judged by how it treats its most vulnerable" a quote by Mahatma <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ghandi</span>. If this is true then we are all guilty for letting this happen. Whether you judge this photo as cruel or insensitive that is fine. How is this any different from the photo of the little girl running through the streets of Vietnam with chemical burns? see</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.macvsoq.cc/burnedlittlevietnamese_girl.htm">http://www.macvsoq.cc/burnedlittlevietnamese_girl.htm</a></div><div> </div><div>As I am a photographer and an observer of the state of the human condition, the truth lies in what I see and capture <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">through</span> the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lens</span> of my camera.</div><div> </div><div>You also say,'if you're trying to make some sort of "statement" here, say so' Well its been said that a photograph is worth a thousand word. So I have more than clearly stated what I think.</div><div> </div><div>Thank you for your comments and I do appreciated your feedback.</div>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-22919717647670675122009-11-07T13:35:00.002-07:002009-11-07T14:11:32.855-07:00Time to go Old school<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwvA_XyuVeoLjF5vtWypPwvH8_WnvhBnkAkobGu6t1O_0Alu9aepLLSUsQVXv_NB96CXT_VGzDKIh9JTHcTyWXWkVNV59EcteBHg8aUFHP1PgfFxHeda2Pv62wglEkj93F8xURaVHzkA/s1600-h/288px-Canon_AE-1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401463144932181074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwvA_XyuVeoLjF5vtWypPwvH8_WnvhBnkAkobGu6t1O_0Alu9aepLLSUsQVXv_NB96CXT_VGzDKIh9JTHcTyWXWkVNV59EcteBHg8aUFHP1PgfFxHeda2Pv62wglEkj93F8xURaVHzkA/s400/288px-Canon_AE-1.jpg" /></a> Waiting for the process of the settlement of my insurance claim, today I pulled out the old <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">AE</span>1 and dusted it off.<br /><br />I will post the results of my '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">reacquaintance</span>' of an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">old friend</span> in the coming days. It was weird yet familiar as I advanced the film and pressed the shutter control. I didn't realize just how much I missed that solid sound of the shutter. It was a moment of heartfelt joy, so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">indescribable</span>.<br /><br />"This guy is a little weird," you think as you read this. Well times change and I was reluctant to switch to digital format. Yet in my three and a half years of living in Calgry(yes I intentionally dropped the second 'A' I will explain in a moment) the lab has lost three rolls of film. This is a constant fear of any photographer. In fact the professional photographers from National Geographic had a system to make sure that the fruits of their labour somehow made it back to head office.<br /><br />They would number each roll of film that they shot on assignment. Then they would seperate the even numbers from the old numbered rolls. Packaged seperately, they would then ship the odd numbered rolls in one parcel and the even numbered rolls in another package. That way of the post office lost one parcel. The photo editor was able to get some of the pictures from the field.<br /><br />Now back to the Calgary without the second 'A'. I was on a movie set a couple of weekends ago. When I was asked how long I had lived in Calgary. I was puzzed and asked how did you know I wasn't from Calgary. It was explained to me that I was found 'out' because I pronounce the name of the city as CalGARY. People from these parts pronounce it CalGRY. They don't pronounce the second 'A'.<br /><br />Its kind of like the newcomers to Windsor and how they pronounce the street names. IE-Ouelette or Pierre or Tecumseh Rd. Newcomers pronounce these names as Oolette, Pie-arre, Tecumsah. Go figure!David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-26545332971494639802009-10-19T20:46:00.002-06:002009-10-19T20:50:40.949-06:00fun with a macro<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqL9wpqPl2X0Jdho-0PWnRpPlXtx1ONZCbKbRy9N5i16plgwySNNEh-wn1jvRvgqR_q10jBVLJrscxHEqIKwHZlX17LetP3K3ZuNPX-JE5urbZYKhpqjpxicxzjvnzkwi2hc0s2NEqEk/s1600-h/IMG_0039ctrim.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394508347773325714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqL9wpqPl2X0Jdho-0PWnRpPlXtx1ONZCbKbRy9N5i16plgwySNNEh-wn1jvRvgqR_q10jBVLJrscxHEqIKwHZlX17LetP3K3ZuNPX-JE5urbZYKhpqjpxicxzjvnzkwi2hc0s2NEqEk/s400/IMG_0039ctrim.jpg" /></a><br /><div>One of the fun parts of photography, is the ability to get up really close. So close in fact that you can give everyone a different look at the things around them. </div><div> </div><div>It leaves them wondering what the image is really of. Some of the greatest moments comes from watching people look at my work as they wonder.</div>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-1079131891734777522009-10-14T22:33:00.005-06:002009-10-14T23:01:14.881-06:00JOHNSON CANYON<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODUZY09qPd-ZWzkGwOmAU9hij951_3rkUsBjQIM3EMKmuU4oeuEIiwkQEd2ApzgKfGwFh6U7NWwTySmCwkwAf5OWsoNjyJpqgX5xOGOcpWk2Si4wn9jlE7g1tr4l_yurybRUvyOKc1Yw/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392685733720573714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODUZY09qPd-ZWzkGwOmAU9hij951_3rkUsBjQIM3EMKmuU4oeuEIiwkQEd2ApzgKfGwFh6U7NWwTySmCwkwAf5OWsoNjyJpqgX5xOGOcpWk2Si4wn9jlE7g1tr4l_yurybRUvyOKc1Yw/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" /></a><br /><br /> Pictured here is one of the many water falls in Johnson Canyon. Carved out by the many millions of years of rushing water.<br /><br /> We only went an hour into the canyon this day due to the fact that we happened on it by accident.<br /><br /> This location is on the '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">to do</span>' list for further exploration, hopefully I'll have my replacement camera in my possession and all figured out by the time we return.<br /><br /> Those that travel with me know, that they will never be sure what we'll see on any given road trip. There never ever seems to be any complaints. So the adventures will continue.David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-19320835762470778972009-10-10T12:08:00.003-06:002009-10-10T12:24:33.102-06:00this is the best I can do....for now.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzQ9pOwGjnuwHn4Z6uJNDMKzaeBwcjdemxYF40AiFJKtUHsmFx0injAVeJE1diope-Ir7wy7vhMnBlWkffcPxae2oYyWUaTZiX6GTgNxPfZvaA_mVpnLefWMBra63YmDU_O1OTE4L-E4/s1600-h/nocam.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391035005384906578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzQ9pOwGjnuwHn4Z6uJNDMKzaeBwcjdemxYF40AiFJKtUHsmFx0injAVeJE1diope-Ir7wy7vhMnBlWkffcPxae2oYyWUaTZiX6GTgNxPfZvaA_mVpnLefWMBra63YmDU_O1OTE4L-E4/s400/nocam.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Yes, this is the best that I can do for now. "What is he talking about?" you ask. </div><div> </div><div>Well, I was robbed this week. All my camera equipment,a garmin, dvd player(less remote which was left) and a $50.00 winter Costco coat. A winter coat from Costco you say? Yes, it was and the irony is I finally got around to replacing the zipper on it. The new metal zipper cost me more then the whole coat. I was all set for the comming winter(s). But I regress.</div><div> </div><div>The biggest insult about this whole situation is the pilfering of my camera. It feels like a violation of my being. Those that know me personally, know that my camera is never too far from my side. An extension of my body. Something that I know almost as intimately as my partner.</div><div> </div><div>This guy is weird- you think to yourself. Well if you ask any photographer. You'd pretty much get the same answer. They're always in the background of any gathering waiting patiently for the right moment to capture.</div><div> </div><div>The best part of this whole situation is I have the disks that make this camera work on the computer. However the saddest part is the images that were on the memory card. Gone forever.</div>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-61849044517291586172009-10-01T17:32:00.003-06:002009-10-06T19:07:34.380-06:00Major Paeta Derek Hess-von Kruedener<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9C6k1xgp9xN7POTq4Zqa-3NEcCqyKrI3D4W0tidb8bBxLbL6jnx8iPzQGfmHNx2uN86lH5MRA5HgRHkpt-Y-kbTAy0WXMKdvZEQXGwpMbAPtE73ymw7gEFhPxt-o1xqu5yKpydzZnjvk/s1600-h/Hess.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387778865255495426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9C6k1xgp9xN7POTq4Zqa-3NEcCqyKrI3D4W0tidb8bBxLbL6jnx8iPzQGfmHNx2uN86lH5MRA5HgRHkpt-Y-kbTAy0WXMKdvZEQXGwpMbAPtE73ymw7gEFhPxt-o1xqu5yKpydzZnjvk/s400/Hess.jpg" /></a> <div>On July 25, 2006 Major <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Paeta</span> Derek Hess-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">von</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kruedener</span> was killed, murdered actually, in Lebanon. His position was 'mistakenly' bombed by the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">IDF</span> (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Israeli</span> Defense Forces). He was a United Nations observer who was in an outpost that was occupied by the UN for thirty years.</div><div></div><div>Major Hess-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">von</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kruedener</span> was an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">acquaintance</span> of mine. I trained with him while I was a member of the Essex and Kent Scottish Regiment. He was one tough man. An impressive soldier. A father and husband.</div><div></div><div>Sir, I salute you and thank you for your service to my country. Hess, you will not be forgotten.</div><div></div>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115660150820488050.post-1228849862767898852009-09-21T22:38:00.002-06:002009-09-21T23:01:00.743-06:00Patricia....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWlpj8i8iaUafIIyDM2S3w0zrmmIcRn9m8qPuJzwl0xav7WRDwOUahrC7bBC2BoOCR02an8_4llr1sQKB6Z7UeM8bUPfVUOY6u1UAoVuGlzv38J9rxTLfZbfNxEifMBHNuvWnk5h9jSM/s1600-h/trish%231.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 307px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384147025054925202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWlpj8i8iaUafIIyDM2S3w0zrmmIcRn9m8qPuJzwl0xav7WRDwOUahrC7bBC2BoOCR02an8_4llr1sQKB6Z7UeM8bUPfVUOY6u1UAoVuGlzv38J9rxTLfZbfNxEifMBHNuvWnk5h9jSM/s400/trish%231.jpg" /></a><br /><div>People come and go through our lives. Sometimes we don't even give them a second thought. It could be the person who just walks past us in a mall, or a person who drives past us waving a rude jester out the car window... for whatever reason. Or a person that looks up and smiles at you sincerely.</div><div> </div><div>Then every once in a while someone comes a long and shakes your whole world up. A carefree spirit that is able to bring out the child that is lost deep down in your being. Patrica is a friend of the family who is able to relate to the kids in the house easier then anyone. Sometimes people just think she's nuts, and really you can't help them for thinking that.</div><div> </div><div>She brings an energy to any situation she's in and when she leaves....she leaves you exhausted. Shaking your head. Wondering what is next.</div>David M. Bullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16484952684266503721noreply@blogger.com0