Monday, September 1, 2014
A while ago, I realized that if I never left home, I would never take any of the pictures that I so admired, taken by people who ventured far and wide. Who trekked the high north, the far east. Who meandered on untrodden paths.
Over the course of this past six months, however (as I've been out and about with Kane), I've come to realize that there are many exceptionally beautiful sights not so very far from home.
Friday, August 29, 2014
|Photo taken by my mother-in-law, Jean Sibbald, when she was in Kenya last year.|
First: DON'T eat elephants! (Also, don't buy ivory.*)
Second: Hypothetically speaking, eating an elephant is a daunting task. Even if you were starving, it would be hard to eat an entire elephant before it started to rot. Today, I'm thinking about this as a metaphor.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
During the summer between grade seven and grade eight, my friend "Margaret" invited, nay begged me to go to her family's cottage for a couple of weeks with her, her mother (Alice), and their tenant (Jack), but without her father.
Jack, as it happened, was Alice's lover as well. Margaret told me that as an "only child" she dreaded being up at the cottage with the two fornicators. I was to be the distraction.
Labels: stories from my youth
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
|Grow where you are planted.|
Monday, August 25, 2014
|Finally remembered where I parked the car.|