This is that thing in the playground where you hang on and then slide across while keeping your feet off the ground. I am 38, so it doesn’t work for me anymore, but it seems like a cool idea.
So, um…I’m a little overwhelmed at the moment. Between selling my house and making plans to move to Indonesia and trying to finish out the year at my school, I’m starting to feel as though my photoblog is becoming homework.
I didn’t ever want this to become an onerous task. Until recently, this blog has been nothing but a joy. Now…well, now I think I need to ease up a little on the daily blog posts. In fact, I think I’m going to switch over to a weekly post. Once a week. Fridays I think.
I hope you’ll bear with me. I hope you’ll patiently wait out this period. When everything settles down here, I’ll start posting on a daily basis again.
I was driving out to a friend’s house tonight to watch the (pitiful) hockey game when I saw this. I think I ticked off my wife as I pulled over and threatened to miss the first puck-drop just to snap this photo.
I think it was worth it. Although, I’m not sure if I’m supposed to focus on the sunset or the Hydro high-wires – WordPress’ photo challenge this week is “Two Subjects“. They’re both at about the 1/3 mark (rule of thirds) in the photo, but they’re competing with each other for your attention. Ah well…still pretty.
I love when the sun shines, but there’s something pretty about the way the clouds look like so much cotton candy topping the mountains around here.
I think I’d rather be cremated and left in a jar. I know it’s tradition to set up a big grave with a giant stone at the head, but me? I think a simple urn would suffice. Simple in life, simple in death.
…although, it could be boredom. I can’t tell if he was posing and making sure that I snapped a few photos of him, or if he was bored and didn’t care that I was photographing him.
Oh, and for those of you who are new here, he’s my son.
My wife and children and I went to visit her grandmothers’ graves yesterday. My wife’s paternal grandmother died on Easter Sunday a number of years ago and, although it was not April 8, it seemed fitting to go visit yesterday.
I felt it strange that my own children had never visited a cemetery before. By the time I was my daughter’s age, I had attended my paternal grandfather’s funeral and my mother’s uncle’s funeral. Yet, my kids have never experienced the death of anyone close. I watched as my son wandered, asking questions as he went. My daughter solemnly walked from grave to grave, uncharacteristically quiet. It was a singular experience.
As I followed my curious children, I found some interesting photographic subjects. I never know, though, whether it is okay to snap photos in a cemetery. What do you think?
I never do this. I never post photos of me. It seems that I would always rather be behind the camera, never in front of it. But this week’s photo challenge, Journey, spawned a bit of self-reflection. There have been a few changes around my house lately, and I’ve been hinting at big things, but there’s big news.
For those of you who’ve been around here for a while, this next sentence might come as a bit of a surprise. I’m moving to Indonesia for two years, and I’m leaving in three months. My wife and I will be teaching in an international school and my children will be attending the same school. We are going on a journey. Oh, and this has only been in the works for five weeks, but in those five weeks we’ve talked with the school director and his wife, applied to work at the school, been interviewed and accepted, signed contracts and now? Well, now we’re selling our house and all earthly possessions (almost) to get ready to move.
The photo above was a failed attempt at a work permit photo. It didn’t work for the permit – too much glare off the background – but it gave me a chance to share my journey with you.
By the way, has anyone here been to Jakarta? Any advice for a soon-to-be expat?
Late note here: my wife wanted to make sure I noted that this was shot by her, not me. The processing in b&w was me, but she, technically, pushed the button. Sorry honey.
Our city is exploding in pinks, light pinks and whites. Every flowering tree is going crazy with blossoms, and photographers in the area are going crazy trying to document the turn from Winter to Spring (finally).
Thanks, Ansel, for the inspiration.
Actually, it’s really just grass. The ditches are coming alive again and maybe Spring is really on its way.
I guess I’ll wait and see.
I was on my way home tonight and the clouds parted a little and made me think there was a chance I’d see some nice weather. No such luck.
Sadly, as I look at this photo, I can’t help but hope for some Spring weather. It seems like everyone else is getting nice weather but me.
Do I sound whiny? I think so.
Here’s a photo from the way-back file. I’ve had no time lately due to…well…I’ll share with all of you soon.
In the meantime, I hope that I can appease the masses with a photo from a trip to Italy a few years ago.
Does it count as “arranged” when gravity and physics puts things into order?
…but I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep.
Thanks, Robert Frost.
That little speck down in the water is a man. A fisher man. A fisherman.
Also, this was my first attempt at this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge, Through, but when I looked at it when I got it home all I could think was that he was too small to really see. Still, I like the photo.
I like the ferris wheel. I like the merry-go-round. I like the roller coaster. I like skyshot rides.
I don’t like 1001 nachts (nights – why is this ride German?). Nor do I like any of the rides like it. Anything that spins? Blech.
It makes a nice photo, though.
Okay, so here’s a photo of a little parking lot carnival that just finished up this weekend in Chilliwack. It was small, but it looked like everyone was having fun. What I liked was that it afforded me some fun shots without having to drive out to Vancouver.
The reflection is off the roof of my car (which I had just washed earlier that day). I’d love to say that I planned this, but I noticed it by accident as I was shooting other photos. Fortuitous accidents…gotta love them.
Happy Monday, everyone.
Today is my first day back to work after Spring Break. In conjunction with the first day back, I’m also on my first day back after having had a student teacher for six weeks. I’m feeling really rusty, and hoping for the best. Please send your hopes and encouragement my way today, and I’ll hope that I make it through.
Well, that and a ferris wheel. If you’ve never had Mini Donuts, you should probably try them, and then see your doctor. They are greasy, doughy, cinnamon-and-sugary, and definitely not good for you, but they taste greasy, doughy, and cinnamon-and-sugary so you’ll love them while you hate them.
Late night last night. Late post this morning. Sorry.
The WordPress Photo Challenge this week is “Through“. I hope you like the photo.
I love rainy foggy misty days…
…do you believe me?
Because you shouldn’t. I hate these days. I never know where to go on these crappy days. It’s cold. It’s wet. It’s..aww…it’s just crud. I can’t wait until they’re over.
Oh, and Photo Friday this week is Rain.
It is a fern, but there was hardly a need for an exclamation point.
There are few days as a high school teacher wherein I don’t see misused punctuation. In this case, it was me. Please forgive me.