Widow's Endorphins: One Small Step

Widow's Endorphins: One Small Step: Fifty years ago today, July 20th, 1969, two human beings on board the lunar module, Eagle , landed on the Moon.  Six hours and 39 minu...

One Small Step

Fifty years ago today, July 20th, 1969, two human beings on board the lunar module, Eagle, landed on the Moon.  Six hours and 39 minutes later, on July 21st, Neil Armstrong, Commander of the Apollo 11 Mission, would step out onto the moon's surface, and into history, becoming the first person to walk on the moon.  He made the profound observation, "one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind".  

The historic, life-as-we-knew-it-would-never-be-the-same events were transmitted to earth in blurry, black and white images, watched by an estimated 650-million television viewers around the world...but not by me.  The night of the moonlanding, my 12 year old girlfriends and I were hanging out on a gravel playground at Sperling Avenue Elementary School in North Burnaby, fascinated by an ant hill in the making.  It was a balmy Summer night, and still light out.  I glanced up at the moon, did the pre-teen eye roll, and sarcastically said, "what took 'em so long?"  I could smack myself!

I am grateful that my pre-teen studied ennui gave way to a grown up sense of awe.  There's so much to discover, from the tiniest nanoparticle, to distant galaxies - and it's all fascinating!

  

After a brief walk on the moon, Armstrong was joined a few minutes later, by Buzz Aldrin, and the two American astronauts began taking selfies - Armstrong capturing his own image in the reflective visor of Aldrin's space helmet.  They also gathered up about fifty pounds (21.5kg) of moondust and minerals to take back to the earth lab for study.  They spent less than 24 hours on the moon, yet it must have seemed like an eternity for the third astronaut on the mission, Michael Collins, who was all alone, way out in lunar orbit, piloting the command module, Columbia. 

The footprints left behind, are still there.  The moon has no atmosphere, so there's no wind or water to erode the footprints away.  There are no volcanoes, either.  There are meteor showers, and there is the rare possibility of a meteor striking the moon's surface, just where the footprints are located, destroying them. There are also solar winds, which move particles very slowly over the surface of the moon.  Future astronauts and lunar tourists will have to tread carefully, so as not to destroy the footprints, and efforts are afoot to preserve and protect the area of the first moon landing.

There is another footprint mankind has left behind...the ugly kind.  Two hundred tonnes of space debris and human waste from five decades of lunar exploration, litters the moon.  The crashed spacecraft, robots, research equipment, good luck coins and earthly memorabilia, were left behind by American, Soviet, European, Chinese, Japanese, and Indian missions.  Just as they've done on Mount Everest, human beings have scarred the pristine landscape.  

We have a multitude of crises on planet Earth: hunger, disease, pollution, corruption.  It is often said, "we can get a man on the moon, but we can't...(fill in the blank)".  It is also said that the technology and know how are there, or can be created to meet the need;  what's lacking is vision, and will...and one small step...

In 1961, when US President, John F. Kennedy addressed Congress, he boldly announced his intention to do what had never been done before, "I believe that this nation should commit itself to achieving the goal, before this decade is out, of landing a man on the Moon and returning him safely to the Earth."  Kennedy admitted, "no single space project in this period will be more impressive to mankind, or more important for the long-range exploration of space; and none will be so difficult or expensive to accomplish."  In unifying his nation, he added, "in a very real sense, it will not be one man going to the Moon - if we make this judgement affirmatively, it will be an entire nation.  For all of us must work to put him there."

In less than a decade, man walked on the Moon, proving that anything is possible, when there is a will and commitment to make it happen.

Widow's Endorphins: Biker Chic

Widow's Endorphins: Biker Chic: For the past year, I've been cycling ten miles a day, four times a week, and getting nowhere.  A stationary bike, may not take you...

Biker Chic

For the past year, I've been cycling ten miles a day, four times a week, and getting nowhere.  A stationary bike, may not take you places, but an active imagination can take you anywhere!  I "travel" through wine country in France, and California, or even Canada's own Niagara and Okanagan regions, without ever leaving home.

Three years ago, I borrowed a generous Torontonian's turquoise-mint green bicycle, for a photoshoot in the park next door (https://widowsendorphins.blogspot.com/2016/08/balance-and-bicycles.html)

The photographs survive, in my computer archives.  The flowers in the park, however, are gone.  They've been dug up, in preparation for the expanded excavation of the reservoir lands.  You've heard the sarcastic expression, "take a picture, it'll last longer"?  It's true!

The park next door is not the only site undergoing massive reconstruction.  The complex where I live, is undergoing major reconstruction of our balconies.  Gone. along with the balconies, are windowboxes and planters which would be overflowing with roses, fuchsias, geraniums, begonias, dahlias, lobelia, and sweet potato vines. 

    

In search of flora and fauna, I also have fun, exploring the chrome and bright colours of the bikes in our bike racks.  The daylilies growing nearby, are a cheerful backdrop to the black and chrome handlebars of bikes, ever ready to be whisked away by their owners, on a sunny afternoon.  

I am drawn to circles, and bright colours, so photographing bicycles is always a joy.  These gleaming, new bikes were parked outside of a cycling shop in Steveston, British Columbia last July.  I look at these photographs, and recall the freshess of the salt air, and warmth of the sun that afternoon.  Happy in the knowledge, that I will return!

In my imaginary travels, every happy cycling adventure ends with a delicious picnic, luscious red wine, or chilled champagne.  Don't ask me how the champagne stays chilled on the journey...just go with it!

Photographs Copyright of:  Ruth Adams, Widow's Endorphins Photographic Images Incorporated.