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The Silent Surprise

A couple of weeks ago I was in St. John’s, Newfoundland. As part of the tourist ritual, I walked up Signal Hill and, as usual, started snapping pictures. As I was scanning the ocean for whales (someone said they had just seen one), I took a picture with my longest zoom of a boat, just because I wanted to know what kind of boat it was. When I zoomed into the shot, I was very surprised to see this:

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A submarine!

I had to confirm with a tourist looking glass:

20160603_20160603_120548_borderMy curiosity meter went all the way to eleven and I decided to stay on Signal Hill to witness this rare sight. At this point, nobody knew whether it was one of ours or one of theirs.

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Huh oh, it’s coming for us!

As the sub approached, more people started noticing it. That’s when I was told it was the HMCS Windsor – one of ours. What a sight!

 

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Time to open the hatch for some fresh air.There’s 50 people in this tin can.

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Time for a beer in the harbour! The sub only stayed there shortly, less than an hour. It then left, only to suffer a mechanical issue and return to Halifax instead of joining exercises off the coast of Norway.

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A New Life

Clara

Here’s Clara, my second daughter, born not even a month ago!

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Unique photos of Chelyabinsk meteorite explosion

 

When that metetorite exploded with the force of 20 Hiroshima bombs over the city of Chelyabinsk in Russia, photographer Marat Ahmetvaleev was out taking beautiful landscape pictures by a frigid -17C and he managed to capture some great shots. Click the link below to see more.

Unique photos of Chelyabinsk meteorite explosion · Russia travel blog.

 

Rusty Toronto

A very special map of Toronto

This is a detail of of a much larger map of the Toronto rivers, creeks and park system at the Evergreen Brick Works. It’s a wonderful place to visit, between the re-purposed industrial buildings that produced the bricks used to build the city now harbouring artists’ workshops and the naturalized adjacent quarry – lots to see.

If you’re a Torontonian, it’s a must-see place! Evergreen.ca

2012 Toronto Zombie Walk

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Today was the 10th annual Toronto Zombie Walk. It was a lot of fun shooting zombies despite not-so-nice weather conditions. Once again, the makeup artists did some wonderful work, congratulations to all of them!

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Bandwiches: if bands were sandwiches

If bands were sandwiches, what would they look/taste like? Here’s a long list right in time for dinner.

I quite liked those ones:

Black Sabbath: Ham, stilton, LSD mustard, milled wheat bread.

Sex Pistols: Deep-fried Frank Sinatra LP, Russian mustard, spackle, tacks, stale rye bread.

Depeche Mode: Chicken breast, Swiss cheese, grilled suede, fried onions, mascara aioli, seeded baguette.

Pink Floyd: Amethyst-rubbed pork, asparagus jelly, moon-dried tomatoes, pumpernickel.

The Pogues: Gin-fed lamb, whiskey-marinated turkey, beer-braised pork shoulder, mustard, soda bread.

Depending on your musical tastes, you may not be hungry after reading on McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: Bandwiches. via kottke