We get a lot of rain in the Pacific Northwest, but I think our winter sunsets make up for it–a little bit. It’s quite the show every afternoon around here right now. This photo was shot on my iphone, so you’re not even getting the full impact of that spectacular scene.
I was paid the highest compliment by a very close friend yesterday. She gave each of us (3 friends) bars of soap for Christmas, with different sayings on them. When she watched me open my package, she laughed and said with a smirk, “You’re probably wondering why I gave you that one.” (my other girlfriends got bars that said stuff like “mother of the year”, etc.). “It’s because I know you’ve got the best sense of humour!” I laughed my ass off when I saw what it said. She knows very well that I love my potty mouth–sorry mom and dad
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and Jennifer figured, “Hey! I haven’t used my camera in a long time. Why not start blogging again?” So here I am. Back at it. Pestering you poor people of the internet with my incessant stream of photos.
I just picked up this exquisite tiny Nativity scene at one of my favourite village stores, Romancing the Home in Ocean Park. They’re handcrafted with lead-free pewter in Nova Scotia, and 10 percent of the profits go to charity. I’m madly in love with it. It’s seriously about four inches across, and I have it on my kitchen window sill so we get to see it all the time. It’s important for my family to remember the true meaning of Christmas.
We explored an abandoned orchard at Campbell Valley Park today. The red apples against the blue sky were spectacular. Thank goodness I had my camera with me. The whole time we were tromping through the tall grass (Please God. let there be no snakes…gulp!), a military jet kept circling. I’m probably on some list somewhere now, just for pointing my camera at it. LOL!!!!
Did you know that you’re not allowed to take photos inside the Main Terminal Train Station in Vancouver? Neither did I. Apparently it’s because “It’s a heritage site.” What the what?!
My BFF and I were chastised by a young employee, who looked befuddled when I asked, “Why?”.
Have you ever heard of a more asinine rule? Gotta love bureaucrats. Hmmm…I feel a letter-to-the-editor coming on!
After a rather lengthy period of laziness, I finally picked up my camera today and started shooting. It took a while for me to recall white balance and F-stops, but I fuddled through. I spotted this lonesome little maple leaf in Gastown, where it was being trodden on by oblivious pedestrians.
Just thinking about our summer vacation last year. Such a lovely time in smokin’ hot Palm Springs. Seriously. It was 42 degrees every day at the end of August. Sizzle.
A gaggle of teenaged girls loaded into our truck this morning and we headed to Playland in Vancouver for a day of thrill rides, cotton candy and miniature donuts!!! Oh…and apparently…there were hundreds of “hot” boys there!
I found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow in the Okanagan–true story. My hotel room overlooked the lake AND a field full of mares with their new babies. It simply doesn’t get better than that! There’s something so special about watching frisky little babies kicking up their heals and checking out their awesome new bucking skills! The ultimate in sweetness! This little fella (?) caught my eye because he has the newest mane I have ever seen–sticking straight up! And just look at that precious velvety new tail. Awe.
I spent a lot of time around hay when I was a kid. I had horses, and I loved feeding them and preparing their stalls every day. My husband nearly spat out his coffee when I told him that I love hay. He spent his youth haying fields every summer, and that involved lifting heavy bales and stacking them in this massive barn–to the rafters. There were no romantic notions of the beauty and simplicity of farm life. It was sheer hot, dusty PHYSICAL LABOUR. He laughs when he recounts the story about his father finally buying mechanized tractors and balers only AFTER he and his brother moved away to go to university.