From childhoods earliest writingsuntil my elderly years, my personal writing was, naturally, amateurish… however, like most engagements, one can improve any craft with practice! In my youth, most of my hand-writing related to school-jotters and childhood’s pastimes. When I was old enough to seek paid employment, writing needed to be more mature of course… yet, while I’m capable of almost endless patience, it’s tempered by a! (Furthermore,writing within the articles, I’m aware that there are no emoji meanings available 😉
While pondering further development and processes – like any other qualified amateur might do – it dawns on me, that there’s no reason to fret about such matters… especially, when one’s free will and opinions are much, much more than a theoreticalentity!
Events happen so frequently these days many of them could be the subject of an article all on their own.
Unionist attempts to get the May election postponed, the Covid Crisis, the latest revelations in the Holyrood Inquiry into the plot against Alex Salmond or first sight of Alex Salmond’s legal submission to the second inquiry into whether the First Minister broke the Ministerial Code are all worthy issues. So choices have to be made.
I also think there is a serious need for a grouping in the SNP to have a realistic look at themselves. That is the group I often describe as the MY Party, Right or Wrong Brigade ( MPROW) who spend their lives verbally attacking anyone who suggests the SNP are less than perfect. To be part of this Group these days involves abandoning any sense of justice or honesty, the ability to…
When Mr Boris Johnston agrees to being photographed in this manner, there’s nothing to be said about a lack of wisdom! ~
“Mealladh” = Deceiving, act of deceiving, cheating, beguiling. 2 Enticing. 3 Disappointing… one word of Scottish Gaelic, says so much!
Today’s brief test-use of ‘ewenart.studio’ was a tentative one, however, that tentativeness has changed into a degree of optimism… which suggests that time may or may not justify that change of heart? ~ time will tell, of course!
Bilingualism describes the earlier years of my family life – indeed, ‘bilingualism’ meant nothing at all to us as children… we simply spoke as our parents talked! Nowadays, I’m both parent and grandparent, while being aware that my youth’s world was entirely different from our grandchildren’s present world! My opening begins with the word ‘Bilingualism‘ – however, for me, the phrase “being between two minds” has much, much more than metaphorical meaning here… writing thoughts rather than ‘minds feels reasonable too! Perhaps, a ‘monoglot’ person cannot easily relate to someone using or speaking more than one language?
Most of my reading and writing was via this adopted language – Beurla/English (language) – where I learned to read and write – an element of being “Mainlandified“ (as some might put it 😉) Ironically, my Primary Schooling was conducted in what was a semi-foreign language, yet, it ultimately became my main language… coincidentally, my first chance to experience official Gaelic tuition was in the Oban High school – that was absolutely ineffectual! The tuition system was inadequate – naturally, I felt that I was at fault… instead of the teaching’s inadequacies; but that’s another, long story!
My last job, before my retirement, involved me in being one form of a teacher: I was a professional Driving Instructor, a Driving Standards Agency Approved Driving Instructor (DSA ADI), or ‘ADI’, as we called ourselves… it even sounds neater. I didn’t leave that profession – IT actually left me, via a traffic accident that annihilated the car and the business – but thankfully, no one was harmed, bar my bruising and scratches, etcetera! My employment and lifestyle were absolutely changed in an instance… I’m happy to say that life’s very good, if not better than ever?!
Below is an example of of File details for this photograph:
IMG-5556 (4); 11 April 2021; Size 1.3 MG; Shot 1/60 SEC.; f/10 ISO 800 (W.I.P.)
As a non-professional photographer – an enthusiastic one – I don’t usually need many of the details shown above; modern digital cameras are mostly computerised cameras, thank goodness for smartphones and cameras!
When a hobby’s for relaxation, why ponder potentially stress-inducing rules and regulations? With relaxation in mind, I hope that you’ll enjoy these photsas I enjoy sharing them?!
My main camera is a Canon EOS 1000D, and along with its two main lenses, they are regular luggage while traveling; but not so much in recent times… in fact, I’ve been an enthusiastic photographer since my early teens, and coincidentally, I’ve got photographs which were taken when I was about six or seven years of age; and although most of these older photos were kept in our family’s photograph album, a number had been taken by neighbourhood friends and a few of them by one of my father’s workmates, especially by Mr Jock O’Kane… whose daughter, Cathie, who’s now one of my ‘Online’ contact contact;
This fact actually feels as if it’s science-fiction, becoming science-fact and is too great to be expressed or described in a few words!I’m hoping to create an online form of an illustrated essay-like location here within this hesitantly evolving ‘ ewenart.studio’ as Ewenart’site ~ the occasional photograph along with the very least of minimum camera specifications! Because my photography’s a rarely planned process, it tends to be more off-beat than it could be; after all, the enjoyment and/or pleasure of a photograph doesn’t demand a knowledge of shutter speed, f/
A number of years ago, on a family visit to Eilean Donan castle and it’s surroundings, we were heading towards this bridge. Ewen John, honourably took my hand, (aiming to comfort me, assuming that I’d be scared to cross the bridge) – most considerate, however, I’m comfortable with heights… whereas, his Granny is very, very uncomfortable , indeed! She simply accepted the situation and crossed as calmly she could. (another milestone event).
Life’s Lottery’s threaded with incidents like this! When meeting phobias which we don’t have, it’s not easy to truly understand – we may empathise, of course… but hardly understand? For instance, one of my closest friends also dislikes heights – which I should have guessed – especially as I’ve known him since my childhood years. Anyway, in the past, we’d never been in situations where this phobia might have shown! #
I should have guessed when he asked if I minded heights?
On that occasion, I’d had an arrangement of ladders leading to our roof’s ridge and the chimney stack. That set-up had remained in place for quite a period of time, and Neil had become accustomed to seeing them there. On one of his ‘pop-in’ visits, he’d asked if I was “OK being so high?” As usual, I gave a ‘Dry’ response (deadpan), implying that I was: “comfortable with the height, it was the drop that mattered!” ~ Morrisons, also enjoy a ‘Dry’ philosophy ~ “adhachdas” (comicalness, humour etc).
This particular article simply evolves from reviewing my collection of photographs, like this next one, a photograph which was taken by my brother, Norman, known as Norrie, these days…the Xmas tree gives some hint as to when I received this particular camera (and occasion? 😉
Our PCs are incredibly invaluable – though a man born in 1957, I’m certainly happy with much of what we have available, nowadays! While writing this on 29/11/16, I’m eagerly keen to engage in a number of intended events (providing there ar no reasons to change our plans) we’re hoping to visit a number of our Ratagan friends, on the 9th of November for another brief visit…which has become a welcome thread to our life’s journey!
I’ve E-mailed my friend Cathie O’Kane and on 30/11/16, I telephoned our ex-neighbour, Mrs Mary Sinclair, and delightfully discussed our impending visit to stay in Dornie, from Friday, 9th December until we leave the following Monday…all that requires ~