Lancaster bomb bay....yeah baby!!

The Avro Arrow....the finest plane we never built!!
One of Igor Sikorsky's better ideas.
This is a very famous plane. Any idea why?
Rolls-Royce turbo jet....sectioned for your pleasure.

On a recent cold, blustery, crappy day we went to the Canadian Warplane Heritage Museum, and I don't know where to begin. What an amazing collection they have, and they still fly a bunch of them. This Saturday morning for example will see the Lancaster bomber, one of two world wide that is flyable, in the air around Hamilton. Look up.....look way up!!

Eating healthy sure is a lot of fun. Baked white fish with a garlic/cashew glaze, spinach and potatoes. I might not live forever but at least it will seem that way!!

Three chins for sale or rent....room to let 50 cents....king of the road!!!

A rare shot of " Boss Bob " when he is not doing anything....just drinking it all in...literally!!

Beaver Valley, so called because of the shape it takes in spring runoff. I saw marmots, ferrets, weasels, ground hogs and meerkats but no beavers....so it must be true!!

I am the god of hell fire and I bring you......fire!! Remember Arthur Brown....one hit wonder!!

This is what I awoke to this morning. I'm looking for that big hunk of rope that I stashed in the spring!!

A lonely ski lift sits idle at the Beaver Valley ski club. This is one of those art photos that is supposed to strike fear into the hearts of other amateur photographers. So be warned all you wanna-Be's....I'm dropping the gauntlet...the die has been cast....you have been spurned by the specter of pure art...try and top this if you dare!!!!!

It snowed in Muddville today....for just a few, heart pounding minutes....then it stopped. It's enough to shrink the nads!!

I like Mike. Always ready to play fetch!!

Shaggin wagon...so called because of the common use of shag carpeting for the interiors of these trucks. Remember this one.....If this truck's a rockin, don't come a knockin. The end!!

Halloween is nigh and this is the humble beginnings of our decorations for the season. In order to compete with the neighbors we have to acquire some hay bales and a couple of dead farm animals. I'm telling you.....this is a very competitive time of year. Note to self...Octoberfest is over for another year...yeah!!

While hiking the other day I came across some wild berries and decided to eat one. They taste like burning!!

Motorcycles!

The things I do for my friend Rob. I have been going to heart attack college for the past week, where they teach you, among other things, how not to have another heart attack. It seems to be working well. Oh, and by the way, over the last three months I have lost 31 pounds of excess fat.....just another 50 to go!!! Don't buy any Grants scotch shares as I'm sure the next quarter will show a net loss.

My beautiful wall of ivy has changed with the season. In fact, this is the best color show we have in the south as most of the reds are fairly muted....but not here at chez Dave.

Somewhere in south central Ontario is this roadside LLama farm. I did not realize it before but these creatures love to have fun, especially the younguns. What do you do with a LLama in this country....sweaters, milk, cheese and of course.... rack of Llama. Obama Llama Rama....ding dong. Okay, I'll stop now!!

I think I may have found the lamest pretense for a festival yet!! Split rails....give me a friggin break! Yeah, the town fathers were sitting around one day and smoking who knows what, and they thought....... Actually, Flesherton is a nice town, I'm just not sure about the rails.

This is for Doc "slow post" Bain. A wide angle lens is what's needed to capture the true feel of this beautiful building....and I don't have one. Christmas??

No tour of Stratford is complete without seeing the city hall. Stunning!

Mr Fkia's first outing since the myocardial infarction. Here are my sister Kathy, my sweetie Kathy and my nieces Emily and Anika. I look so much like my father now that I'm saving up for plastic surgery.....I'd rather look Captain Kangaroo....aka Bob Keeshan....really!!!

People who live on the Avon River in Stratford are pretty showy and there are some amazing homes. This backyard addition, to an otherwise plain house, creates a very inviting view!!

For all you ornithologists out there, left click, take a look, and tell me what the heck this weird looking duck thingy is.

Stratford is such a pretty town, it's hard to take a bad picture of the old part of the city. I shot about 60 photos the day that Kathy and I were there and I like something about almost all of them....very unusual .

Swans....pretty to look at but man, these are some nasty creatures. This one literally tried to attack Spike until I intervened. I have been told that Stratford Swans are the meanest. Is this true Mr Greenfield?

Here are some more random shots of St Ratford. A funky retro cafe, some water and a bench. Big friggin deal.

Tuesday morning at approximately 8:30 am, after years of abuse to my poor body, and I'm talking biblical proportions here, I finally achieved what everyone said I would and had what they refer to as a major heart attack.

It's no big deal really, after staggering about the house trying to relieve this unbelievable pain in my chest for about 15 minutes I got my shit together and googled "heart attack". Of course, there they were , all the symptoms, besides the pain in the chest, there was profuse sweating, headache, nausea etc. So, I dialed 911 and I was literally "on the table" in 20 minutes. The nurses kept saying that I had saved my own life by that little act of google. Anyway, they put in a stent and I was off the slab by 10am. I will, upon request, provide the requester with some pictures I took of my bruises that occurred when they went in through my groin area with both a camera and an angioplasty thingy. It is very graphic!!

If you smoke, you will have a heart attack, guaranteed. The only exception to this rule is if the cancer kills you first. Don't Smoke!!!

Finally, I feel I must say something about the state of health care in Canada. If you are some whiny snowboarder with a broken wrist and you are in deep shit because you lied to you're boss
in order to break that wrist or even some has been guitar player who got bit by the stupid chop saw, I'd say you deserve to sit in triage all day. If, however, you are in real trouble, they treat you will great skill and speed. We have one of the best systems in the world.

Google "heart attack" you will be glad you did!!!