A Return To Sanity

 Inauguration Day is upon us. The long national nightmare is over. 

Cue the screams, tears, and beating of the Oval Office floor with tiny hands as the departing president is dragged out of the place. To which I say good riddance.

Can We Kill 2020?

 The new year is nearly upon us. Well, it can't be any worse than last year, right?

Right???

A Very Merry Covid

Once again it is Christmas time. Getting rid of Covid forever would be a nice way to mark the occasion, but that shouldn't be happening until sometime... next year. Or the year after that, or the year after that.

How long has this thing been going on? 

Anyway, I agree with Grumpy Cat.

Give Thanks For Covid

Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers. Can you inhale turkey through Covid masks? 

Covidiots Of The World

 What part of responsibility to others do you not get? 

If Ye Break Faith With Us

Today is Remembrance Day in Canada, Armistice Day or Veterans Day elsewhere. Marking the end of the First World War, the date has come to commemorate the fallen of war in general. This year is a strange one, with Covid-19 restricting so much else, including commemoration.

John McCrae was a Canadian officer, soldier, poet, and doctor who went to the fields of Europe, fought, suffered, and saw death in the First World War. Out of his experiences came arguably the definitive poem of that War, one that still holds its power today.

Canadian artist Ruth Abernethy is known for her sculptures, including a matching pair of sculptures of John McCrae. One is in his home town of Guelph, Ontario. The other is in Ottawa, seen here in pictures from my photoblog taken in 2016. It is set on Green Island, where the Rideau River meets the Ottawa River, and in a park setting where there are other military monuments. Abernethy renders her subject larger than life but approachable, capturing the expression and humanity of the person. Here McCrae is sitting, a copy of his poem in his hand, with poppies at the base of the sculpture.

Ghosts, Ghouls, and Covid

Hallowe'en is upon us, and it's been mostly cancelled. Thank you very much, Covid-19, I hope you die a horrible death screaming in agony, you irritating virus.