Cataraqui Reflections

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Picture From Christmas Morning

Christmas dawned crisp and cold in Frankford, Ontario, the morning temperature dipping to a bone-chilling -23c. The trees still bore a heavy coating of ice from the ice storm of the previous 2 days. Deadly on the road, but beautiful for the eye to behold.


I confess I didn't take many pictures during the ice storm as I stayed inside and kept myself out of trouble. No falling on the ice for me this year.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

An Ice Storm To Mark The Beginning Of Winter

Quinte West is being subjected to a nasty ice storm which is expected to last up to 48 hours. Here are some pictures I took this morning.



This last picture was taken through a plastic film, glass and a screen but otherwise has not been altered to obtain such a striking view of the ice accretion.

Over the fall, my knee has healed up nicely. I no longer have need of my cane to get around. I am actually thriving at the moment. I played a repeat gig at the Lions Club Christmas party in Frankford Ontario earlier in December.


My new sound was popular with the group and I had a lot of fun.

2013 took me to Italy on a grand adventure which I will remember fondly. I am looking forward to 2014 and whatever awaits me!

Thursday, October 17, 2013

On The Mend

As those of you who followed my trek through Italy know, I injured my knee in Florence climbing the (too many) ancient steps of an old church. I am happy to report that my knee is returning to normal. I have not had to use my cane in about 5 days. I am giving the credit of my speedy healing to rest, fish oil and alternating ice and heat.

It was difficult to stay put when the weather in Trenton has been so fabulous. There have been many warm sunny days and just last night, a gentle rain fell to help refill the water table.

About a week ago, when my knee was still iffy, I was able to cut my longish grass, and I didn't hurt myself. That was the last of the difficult outdoor chores I have to do in preparation for winter. All else does not involve much walking or lifting. The dark clouds that had hovered over me with my injury are scattering. Hurray for the small victories.

Yesterday started with rain in the early morning hours, followed by a clearing and this rainbow to chase away the final rain drops. Picture is courtesy of my friend, Kathy Jerome, who has a view of the Bay of Quinte. Enjoy.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

All Good Things Must End

I am once again sitting in Roma Italy, writing my final blog entry for my 3 week trip to the wonderful country of Italy. It was marred somewhat by my knee injury in Florence at the beginning of my trip, but I must say that I would come again in a second if I was afforded the opportunity. The Italian people are wonderful and caring, with real angels walking among them who helped me in my hour of need.

I was only 2 days in Sorrento, a jewel of a city on the Bay of Naples, part of the Tyrrhenian Sea. My knee was sore and I did not want to risk further injury just for the sake of taking a boat ride to other little villages nearby, so I stuck close to my B&B.

I did, however, get some pictures, which I now present to you here.


This is Mount Vesuvius, famously known for burying the people of the nearby city of Pompei while they slept in AD79. It is still very active, and last erupted in 1944, but it is said that another eruption could happen at any time. There are about 1 million people who live in the shadow of this mountain.














Sorrento version of 'wall' art.


Finally, the view from my patio in Sorrento, and the patio itself. As you can see, I am well equipped for the view.


Tomorrow I depart Rome for Munich Germany, where I catch my flight back to Toronto, touching down at 255pm, if the flight is on time.

Canada, your current ex-patriot is coming home.

Thanks for viewing my blog and coming along for the ride!

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Riomaggiore Has Its Ups And Downs

The post title tells it all. Here you are either going straight up or (painfully) down. Hills are not my forte at the moment.

Yesterday I walked up a few hills to get pictures, no problem. When I had to come back down again, my knee protested painfully. I was glad to have my cane for support. I did figure out, however, that if I didn't extend my right leg to its full extent, the knee tolerated going downhill without jabbing me with sudden quick pain.

I came in and laid down to rest my knee and when I got up an hour later, I found I could not walk without great difficulty and sharp pain. I applied the Voltaren cream to the back of my knee and within minutes, the pain was gone and I was able to move around easily.

I did take some pictures and I share them now with you.

This is a shot looking out of my balcony. I hung my wet towels here to dry.

Later I was in the little piazza below my balcony and took this picture. As you can see, mine is the balcony with the towels overlooking the piazza and with a view of the sea.


This is a wall mural just to the right of my little balcony.

I think this man looks a little like Jack Nicklaus, the golfer.

Now some pictures of the little harbour below.



And a sailboat out on the sea.

This morning I made my way down to water level and took these photos.



Looking back up at the village.

Here is an assortment of pictures of Riomaggiore from yesterday.









A cone stuffed with fresh seafood. Yum.

A boat filled with tourists returning from an excursion to the other villages.

Some pictures of what I saw after I made it to the outside wall.





Part of the walkway built into the cliff that connects the five villages of the Cinque Terre. My knee would never permit me to make this walk.



Two artsy pics.


If you haven't already figured it out, you can click on any picture and all the photos will come up in a large size.

That's my photo collection for Riomaggiore. I plan on taking it easy for the rest of the day, maybe quaff a few birra and prepare for tomorrow's journey down to Sorrento. This involves a train ride to Naples, where I will meet up with Jack The Driver, who will transport me from there to Sorrento.

Stay tuned!