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David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > Autumn Glory This is a rift in the Niagara Escarpment (a geologic feature left behind by the retreating glaciers about ten thousand years ago) It is somewhere north of Toronto Ontario Canada, probably Mono Cliffs in the Caledon area. This aerial photograph was taken from a single engine light plane about 30 minutes after the dawn of an October morning when the trees were at the height of their autumn color display. Our altitude was probably about 900 m.
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > Sailing The Tectonic Seas It might take a few million years to get anywhere but you can imagine what this amazing mountain has "seen" in its time... Mont Aiguille (el. 2085 m./6842 ft.) is a mountain in the massif du Vercors in the French Prealps, located 58 km (36 mi) south of Grenoble. The mountain is most noted for its first ascent in 1492. Charles VIII ordered that the peak be climbed, so one of his servants, Antoine de Ville, made the ascent using a combination of ladders and other artificial aids. This makes it particularly important to climbers and is now climbed many times each year. SAILING THE TECTONIC SEAS by David Cale The mountain rears magnificent like a titanic ship’s prow it cuts through countless dawns sun warmed or storm wracked mute testimony to the tectonic brooding of the planet below our feet I am tempted to feel small But a mountain is just a mountain not a comment on me
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > Shadows Taking Flight
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > Drummer's Moon Cuba He is on very tall stilts.
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > As I walked through the Canadian cemetery that day, I realized I was the only Canadian alive among the seven hundred and eighty there around me. Row after row of them lay silently under the perfectly manicured lawn and gardens. Incongruously a small dog followed me, eager to play, nipping at my sandled toes, oblivious to the folly of men. I read the inscriptions beneath the maple leaf on each stone. Messages of hope in the afterlife, records of heroism, and one compelling request: "He sleeps beside his comrades. His Grave I may never see. May some kind hand place a flower for me." I found a flower and with tears in my eyes, did as I was asked. I did not notice the approach of a man about my age and two women. One of the women was in her late seventies. They saw me looking intently at the grave. "Bonjour, le connaissez vous? "Non" I said, pointing to the inscription. He nodded. "Ah oui. We wonder..we bring ma mÞre to visit her first loves tomb." "She was Canadian, from Quebec before the war. After the war she moved here so she could be near him." "Mon nom est David." I said " Je m'appelle Nicholas, over there is my wife and my mother. You have come a long way to visit a cemetery in which you know no one." "Oui, Dieppe est trÞs important pour les Canadiens" Between his "terrible English" and my questions in "mauvais Franþaise", he told his mother's story. She had fallen in love with a Canadian soldier. He had written to her every day describing his life in England. Then the letters stopped. His last letter was dated August 17, 1942. A few weeks later the telegram arrived at his family home "We regret to inform you...". After the war, she emigrated to France. One day in this cemetery she met a French soldier come to pay his respects to the Canadians who had given their lives to free his country. He had escaped France at the Dunkerque evacuation. They talked until the sun had set and he asked if he could drive her home. A year later they were married. "That was my father." Nicholas said "He died last year." I was reminded of a passage in the Bible. "As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more." Nicholas asked, why had I come to France? I could have answered that I had been fascinated by WW II since I was a teenager, but at that moment I realized there was more to it than curiosity. I told him that I didn't know -yet. With that we parted, four people connected by a cemetery.
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > Turning south from there I came to what seemed to me the saddest and most disturbing place of all. The German Cemetery at La Camba. In the centre, on top of a large grassy mound, surrounded by red roses stand two shrouded figures.
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > This is the Canadian Cemetery at Juno Beach. Canadians provided 1 in 5 of all the troops landed on D-Day. So many of the dates on the headstones were June 6,1944. These Canadians did this for us all, and paid with their lives.
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > View of Dieppe beach from the German gun positions. The truth is that Stalin was threatening to sue for peace with Hitler on the verge of taking Moscow, Stalingrad, and Leningrad. Not only that but Roosevelt did not like Churchill's plan to go to North Africa first. He wanted to take on Hitler in France right away. Churchill gave Mountbatten the job of mounting a mini invasion.... AND PROVE IT COULD NOT BE DONE YET. (source Gen. Denis Whitaker in his book Dieppe Tragedy to Triumph) So the bombing of the guns by Bomber Harris was called off at the last minute, no battle ship was sent to provide fire support and the Canadians were slaughtered.
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > Canadian Cemetery at Juno
Sailing The Tectonic Seas

It might take a few million years to get anywhere but you can imagine what this amazing mountain has "seen" in its time...

Mont Aiguille (el. 2085 m./6842 ft.) is a mountain in the massif du Vercors in the French Prealps, located 58 km (36 mi) south of Grenoble. The mountain is most noted for its first ascent in 1492. Charles VIII ordered that the peak be climbed, so one of his servants, Antoine de Ville, made the ascent using a combination of ladders and other artificial aids. This makes it particularly important to climbers and is now climbed many times each year.

SAILING THE TECTONIC SEAS by David Cale

The mountain rears magnificent
like a titanic ship’s prow
it cuts through countless dawns
sun warmed or storm wracked
mute testimony
to the tectonic brooding
of the planet below our feet

I am tempted to feel small

But a mountain is just a mountain
not a comment on me
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > Sailing The Tectonic Seas It might take a few million years to get anywhere but you can imagine what this amazing mountain has "seen" in its time... Mont Aiguille (el. 2085 m./6842 ft.) is a mountain in the massif du Vercors in the French Prealps, located 58 km (36 mi) south of Grenoble. The mountain is most noted for its first ascent in 1492. Charles VIII ordered that the peak be climbed, so one of his servants, Antoine de Ville, made the ascent using a combination of ladders and other artificial aids. This makes it particularly important to climbers and is now climbed many times each year. SAILING THE TECTONIC SEAS by David Cale The mountain rears magnificent like a titanic ship’s prow it cuts through countless dawns sun warmed or storm wracked mute testimony to the tectonic brooding of the planet below our feet I am tempted to feel small But a mountain is just a mountain not a comment on me
Sailing The Tectonic Seas

It might take a few million years to get anywhere but you can imagine what this amazing mountain has "seen" in its time...

Mont Aiguille (el. 2085 m./6842 ft.) is a mountain in the massif du Vercors in the French Prealps, located 58 km (36 mi) south of Grenoble. The mountain is most noted for its first ascent in 1492. Charles VIII ordered that the peak be climbed, so one of his servants, Antoine de Ville, made the ascent using a combination of ladders and other artificial aids. This makes it particularly important to climbers and is now climbed many times each year.

SAILING THE TECTONIC SEAS by David Cale

The mountain rears magnificent
like a titanic ship’s prow
it cuts through countless dawns
sun warmed or storm wracked
mute testimony
to the tectonic brooding
of the planet below our feet

I am tempted to feel small

But a mountain is just a mountain
not a comment on me
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