Showing posts with label Bluesfest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bluesfest. Show all posts

Thursday, August 30, 2018

A Dreaded Mother In Law Visit

Today I have some odds and ends. I start with a view of the Greek embassy, which stands downtown. I've been inside once, but can't recall photographing it. I have photographed the Greek ambassador's residence, which was featured for Doors Open some years ago.


Here we have Vietnam House, the residence of the Vietnamese ambassador, in the Glebe. This is taken from behind, in Central Park during the New Art Festival. The embassy itself is located elsewhere.


This sign changes regularly. It is outside a pub in the Glebe neighbourhood. I photographed it in late May.


This sign down the street often has good ones. The first two examples were the front and back sayings one day, while the third was taken a few days later when the quote had changed.


I took this view one day in June from the rooftop at the Canadian War Museum, looking west over the Ottawa River.


This I came across one day passing through an event on Sparks Street. This Canadian military engineer regiment had displays out.


The German embassy is downtown, near the Rideau Canal. Its crest is mounted near the main entrance.


Taken in July from the roof of the War Museum, I photographed the grounds to the south, which host the main stage for Bluesfest each year, with another smaller stage area over on the north side of the museum. I use the term blues generously, as realistically speaking, the blues might constitute 20% of the acts in the festival. I mean, Foo Fighters is not a blues group. I live not too far from here, so I heard the concerts most nights. Bryan Adams and Blue Rodeo were among them, and of course they were going through their biggest hits.


This is the Fleet Street Pumping Station, dating to 1875. It lies just west of the downtown core, and a channel of the Ottawa River, diverted from the main course, comes through the building, which is still in full operation.


That channel of the river flows out on the other side of the bridge I crossed, down a course that's laid out for white water rafting. When I was here this particular day, a number of kids were jumping into the water, supervised, of course, and swimming downstream to the near shore. This was part of a summer day camp program.


And I finish with this July shot of a Prowler car, with the decor of a real estate office. One doesn't see this type of car around often.