Posted on December 28, 2013
Like any good Canadian grandfather, Cecil Kalyn built an outdoor skating rink in his yard for the grandkids. And like all those grandpas, he quickly realized that maintaining an outdoor rink, given the wild fluctuations in our winters nowadays, was difficult.
So Kalyn found a better solution: make a rink indoors.
Behind his Flamborough home was a shed. Once, it had been a hanger for his airplane. Now, it was filled with friends’ cars, and various other treasures accumulated during his life. He told his buddies to claim their toys, cleaned up the junk, and got to work on his newest project.
Eleven years later, The Shed, as it is known, has carved out a unique existence: it still is largely unknown, yet maintains a loyal following among its users. The most active of these, instructor Tommy Gilligan, runs multiple clinics, from Learn to Skate programs to ones for players who still dream of a future in the pros.
The rink, measuring roughly 30 by 12 metres, has refrigeration pipes, allowing Kalyn to maintain ice for six months, from October 1 through April 1. The floor is painted white, to give the milky white colour and markings that professional and city-run arenas boast. And just like a regular rink, the ice is flooded after every hour-long session, courtesy of a mini Olympia resurfacing machine.
The Shed has a dressing room, and another room where parents can wait, coffees in hand, while their youngsters are honing their skills, regardless of the conditions outside. -Barry Gray
Posted on December 13, 2013
The Hamilton Bulldogs lost to the Toronto Marlies Friday night at Copps Coliseum, by a score of 4-1. But that lone Dogs goal was important, for it signaled to the faithful in the stands to toss their toys over the glass onto the ice. Hundreds of stuffed animals littered the ice, destined to bring a smile to a youngster’s face this holiday season. It’s an annual event, repeated by many hockey teams, but it never fails to bring a smile to my face. Here’s a look at some pics from tonight’s game. – Barry Gray
Posted on November 8, 2013
Hamilton’s St. Thomas More Knights and local rival St. Mary’s Crusaders are not just cross town rivals. They are 2 of the best senior girls basketball teams in Ontario. So, it was only fitting that the two powerhouses clashed for the Catholic girls championship game Thursday night at the Burridge gym at McMaster. In the end, the girls from STM, led by star Kia Nurse, edged out a 52-44 win. Here’s a look at the action and celebration. – Barry Gray
Posted on November 2, 2013
The Hamilton Bulldogs, off to a good start this AHL season, tangled with the Abbotsford Heat at Copps Coliseum Saturday night. Despite jumping out to a quick 2-0 lead, the Dogs ended up falling to the Heat 3-2. Here’s a look at some of the action I photographed. – Barry Gray
Posted on October 30, 2013
I had the brilliant (I thought) idea to do a photo/video of the salmon making a late fall run up Red Hill creek in Hamilton. I started Monday, spending part of the afternoon in pursuit of a photo. Of course, anyone can point a camera into the water and get a picture of a fish. I wanted something better. I would use my GoPro camera, plop it into the creek, and capture something great. I soon learned that fish are inherently smarter than me, so finished the day with exactly zero worthwhile pics or video to show for my efforts. Since I also hate to lose in situations like these, it was now game on – man vs. fish.
I headed back to the creek today. Took a quick look at the locations of the fish (which, by the way, are plentiful) and hatched a plan. I found a rocky spot where the fish would have to swim through as they head upstream, and set my GoPro back in the water. I took up residence on the far shore, with a second camera on a tripod. Double video, double results. This time, it was gonna be great!
I watched as several salmon gathered in the pool near the rocky rise. Jostling about, getting ready to continue their journey upstream. Everything coming together nicely, until….the sun came out.
Within 5 minutes, all my wonderful fishes had retreated to deeper water in the shade. And stayed. And stayed. There was not a cloud within 800 miles of my location; just blue sky and bright sun. I could feel my opportunity slipping away.
I returned after lunch. I waited patiently, watching as clouds finally began to roll in from the west. With overcast conditions, I set up the 2 cameras again, and waited. A half hour later, no fish had gotten even remotely close again. The fish were now thumbing their gills at me from some hidden location.
Humbled and beaten, I left soon after. After all, a guy can only take so much. -Barry Gray