A longer and very different post from what my regular readers are used to. I want to talk about my experiences at the Tobermory Hyperbaric Facility and The Meeting Place in Tobermory, Ontario.
As I may have hinted at in some earlier posts from 2019 I have had an ongoing health issue that started late in 2018. I had a sore on my right calf that I couldn’t get to heal and that became infected. As a result, between Christmas and the new year I found myself in the local emergency room being put on intravenous antibiotics.
Six weeks later a succession of doctors and a surgeon had managed to almost double the size of the sore and it was also deeper into the leg. I was beginning to wonder if it would ever heal and was getting very frustrated with the medical treatment I was receiving.
One of the nurses dressing what was by now a wound realised how frustrated I was and arranged for me to see Dr. George Harpur who runs the hyperbaric chamber in Tobermory on the northern tip of the Bruce Peninsula. Dr. Harpur took over my treatment and after a few visits I was ready to go into the hyperbaric chamber.
After 22 sessions (11 days) in the hyperbaric chamber the wound had shrunk from over an inch in diameter to the size of a small pea. I’m still surprised at the speed the wound healed.
Having two sessions in the hyperbaric chamber each day I went over to The Meeting Place between sessions. There’s a lounge area, various rooms and a kitchen where you can use the microwave to warm something up for your lunch. It’s open to anyone and has Wi-Fi, some of my blog activity over the past couple of weeks has been from there.
A very useful facility with a nice atmosphere. With a wide variety of activities held there I would describe it as a hub for the local community. It’s a popular place and a great concept, other communities in the area could take note.
To the photo and its connection to this post. I first visited Tobermory in the summer of 1985. I took a glass bottomed boat tour out to Flowerpot Island and took this photo from the back of the boat as it was leaving Tobermory.
One from the archives taken in Ontario, Canada 11 years ago. It shows Chantry Island and its lighthouse on the horizon with the sun setting behind a bank of cloud over Lake Huron.
Taken from the Lake Huron shoreline at the bottom of the High Street in Southampton. I waded through knee high snow to get into the location I wanted for the sunset. This section of Lake Huron is frozen over and partially snow covered. I lived in the area at the time and was fairly confident that I was still standing on the shoreline when taking the photo.
One from the archives, taken in Saskatchewan, Canada in the late 1990s. This group of White-tailed Deer (Odocoileus virginianus) appeared while I was stood on a ridge waiting for the moon to rise over some snow and hoarfrost covered prairie.
Luckily I had chosen the location so that I could use a telephoto lens to make the moon as big as possible in the planned shot. As a result, I had my telephoto set up on the tripod when the deer appeared. They’re in a hay field on the other side of a gravel road.
There was in the teens of deer, split into various groups. I was trying to select the most interesting group while waiting for the moon to appear.
One from the archives, taken in Saskatchewan, Canada in the late 1990s. And just in case you’re wondering, frosted squirrel is not a recipe.
This Eastern Gray Squirrel (Sciurus carolinensis) was photographed one winter morning at around –30°C. The squirrel has frost on the tips of some of the hairs on its tail despite the sun and the photo being taken in the late morning if I recall correctly.
One from the archives, taken in Saskatchewan in the late 1990s. I found a small flock of Common Redpolls (Acanthis flammea) feeding on windblown seeds caught in a snow bank.
Due to the temperature and wind I set up a portable hide (blind). This allowed me to get close to the birds without disturbing them while keeping slightly warmer as I was out of the wind. Sitting in the hide also put me closer to eye level with the birds on the snow bank.
The red on the breast makes this individual a male. The current scientific classification of the various Redpoll species is under debate by the various taxonomic authorities. My reasoning is that if they can’t agree I’m sticking with this being a male Common Redpoll.
One from the archives taken early one Sunday morning on the South Bank of the River Thames in London, England in the early 1980s.
I was living and working in north London at the time, running a photo department during the week and shooting a variety of personal work at the weekends. Early one Sunday morning I headed down to Westminster with my tripod and camera bag.
There was a light mist over the River Thames which added to my decision to shoot black and white. Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament were partially obscured by the mist, adding to the atmosphere.
I used my Olympus OM1 loaded with Ilford FP4 which was my regular black and white film.
A shot from a couple of weeks ago in the middle of December when I had gone down to the Colpoy’s Bay shoreline for the sunrise. The sunrise was so spectacular that I put my telephoto zoom on the camera and started isolating interesting details on the shoreline.
I edited this shot of old wood piles sticking out of the bay at the time but it didn’t work for me. I tried re-editing it a couple of days later but it still didn’t work for me.
Yesterday I re-edited it as a monochrome image and it works for me this way. Now I find myself wondering if subconsciously I had taken the shots as monochrome. It’s strange, when there was still a demand for monochrome images from newspapers and magazines I had no problem “seeing” an image in black and white. But since I stopped shooting black and white I seem to have lost the ability to see monochrome images the way I used to.