My Favourite Photo

These are all my favourite photos of one of my favourite days. I love hanging out with the kids exploring and having fun. Creative, funky, artistic fun in the backwoods of BC!

Paris posing... just for the photo.



Local Art



Talent



Turning a blind eye

My Favourite Photo

This was once my favourite photo. I am sad to see it go... but really, it's almost June. Time to put the snow away for good. Despite all the peace it brings me.

Just another reason...

...to visit Victoria.

Hide and Go to Sleep

Guess who we found hiding in our garden?

I guess this is my version of newborn photography.



To think we were outside for hours before we spotted her (no pun intended).



So sleepy. So fragile. So glad Mom came by later.

Swiftsure

An event is always better when you know someone in it. In the cast of Swiftsure, my brother is sailing on Mad Max, a well-known Vancouver-based vessel. I must admit it was exciting to see the boats off from the marina and then see them again offshore. Almost made me want to be on one... almost.

Here are a few of my favourite photos from the morning:

Mad Max getting ready to leave the Inner Harbour:

Motoring out:

Reflections:

Mast Flag:

Sails offshore:

Looking for Mad Max (uh, binoculars would help):

According to the Race Tracker, Mad Max is estimated to finish today around 10:55 am.

Cool Photos

Happened to come across this website of Sean McGinty and clicked on "Personal" to find a few very cool photos.

I particularly like the lady in the tea cup (second last). The boy with the peas kinda reminds me of when one of my brothers threw up his peas after having to eat them cold. Uck.

B4UDie

Everyone should hit Alaska before they die. Fortunately, I have now been there twice. Here are some photos I like from Ketchikan.

Houses on the hill:



Houses below the hill:



Houses on the water:



Yellow car with yellow plates:



Green frog with red lips:

Bliss

Bambi crept into our back yard while I was in the tub. Sheer bliss as she bat her eyes at me and proceeded to munch on the leaves from our apple tree.

Mother's Day

Every Mother's Day my brother calls me and wishes me a happy day. He calls my sister-in-law, too. And of course, his wife - but I expect that is a holler down the stairs or more likely a whisper in the ear.

This year, I woke up on my own, with my hubby and youngest son downstairs already. They didn't hear me. They didn't hear my desire for breakfast in bed. They didn't hear my wishes for jumps on my mattress and hugs and cuddles and presents made in school. Kisses on the cheek. Squeezes too tight.

They didn't hear my brother call.

So I got out of bed on my own. And begged for breakfast for an hour (true!) since my son didn't want to make it and didn't see why he should. To his defence he did make me a giant yellow construction-paper daisy with sparkles and hearts all over it and magnets on the back and it now fronts the fridge. "I love you Mom can I have a DS?" is what is written on the front. DS stands for Dual Screen, as in Nintendo Dual Screen video game.

My other son, the older one, wrote me an email that says "For Mother's Day I am going to Disneyland and I am not going to spent my souvenier money to buy you a fridge magnet as I will be spending it all on yummy shish kebobs in Adventureland." Or something along that line. To his defence, he is in Disneyland, and we did create good memories eating kebobs when we savoured the Bengal Barbecue together a few years ago. I'm sure he would have shared them with me if I was there. I think...

For some people, Mother's Day is easy. An easy call, over easy, easy does it. For other's it is a bit of a struggle.

I fall into that latter category.

But something about this year. This year was easy. I did end up getting breakfast made for me. I did get the presents made in school. And the kiss on the cheek, eventually. I also got an email and ice cream and peace and quiet, too.

And I got a phone call. A simple call with a simple message.

I take them all to heart.


p.s. This is one of those 10 blogs I was telling you about. Whew - nine left to go! :)
p.p.s. Dear Mom, I was lousy this year! I'm sorry and I owe you one.

Blogs I Never Wrote

Over the last few weeks there have been at least 10 blog postings I wanted to write but forgot to write. And now I have forgotten what I wanted to write about. Damn!

Some of them were good too. Things the kids said. Things I saw on the road. Things I thought about.

Sometimes it takes more work to forget about the loss of words than it does to write them down in the first place. But that just gives me something else to think about.

If a pack rat is the name for someone that collects things, what is the name for someone that collects thoughts?