I must be a fairly lazy person. The reason I say that is the little bit of excitement I feel at the sight of an escalator. I love the way the stairs just appear at the bottom and then disappear at the top. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever even thought about how an escalator works. All I do know is that when I’m tired of walking and one of these bad boys appears on my path upwards, I smile.
I know it’s lame, but the only thing that excites my laziness (is that even possible?) more is one of those moving walkways in airports. I know it’s laziness, but in the right place at the right time, it’s just what I need.
TK 413 was pretty sure that riding his bike was saving the environment, but he longed to ride his speeder again.
And he was darn sure that Darth Vader wasn’t riding his Schwinn.
I need to declare this. I must be forthright.
I love my Dr. Martens shoes.
There. Now that it’s out in the open, I want to extol their virtues.
1. They’re comfortable.
2. They look nice.
3. Uh…did I say they look nice?
Anyway, they’re my favorite shoes. I used to have a pair of 8 hole Docs when I was in high school. They accompanied me to such concerts as Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Jesus and Mary Chain, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Waterboys, and Tragically Hip. It’s as though my memories of music and live concerts are inextricably joined to my Docs. They went with me everywhere. I finally wore them completely down about 15 years ago. I replaced them with the shoes you see above. I went nearly ten years without Docs and now that they’re back in my life, they will never leave. I’ll never let them go. I love them.
My friend Wes says that there are days when it looks like we live in Middle Earth, that our local environment is something from a Tolkien novel. I think he says this when there’s a sunny/cloudy day and the sun shines on the snow-capped mountains that surround our homes. There is a certain majestic grandeur to a great deal of the Lower Fraser Valley.
Sunday, when my family and I visited Cheam Lake (see yesterday’s post) I found out that barely twenty minutes away from where I live exists the dark side of Tolkien’s Middle Earth. The Dead Marshes, at least our local version, exists within the Cheam Lake park. It’s funny, because both my wife and I thought the same thing when we saw it. We’re both big fans of the movies (we watch the extended versions at least twice a year just for the fun of it) and I’ve read the books a few times. What’s ironic is that we both hate the parts of the movie wherein Frodo and Samwise have a big love-fest. Or maybe it’s just the unrequited love that Sam has for Frodo that bugs me. Either way, we skip ahead through the DVDs, right through the parts with Sam and Frodo.
To be completely forthright, I skipped through the parts in the books Two Towers and Return of the King that involved Frodo and Sam. There was something annoying about them. I knew they had to survive, but I kept wishing that Gollum/Smeagol would just get it over with and kill them both. Is that wrong?
I took the family B out to Cheam Lake Wetlands yesterday. We’ve finally had some rain-free days, so I thought we should take advantage of them. We had set out to visit Bridal Veil Falls, but the park/trail was closed, so we improvised. The walk around the wetlands was great. There were a lot of photos I would have loved to have taken, but they were only accessible via hip waders. This shot was taken from a floating bridge. It was, in fact, taken 180 degrees rotated from this vantage point. Please feel free to stand on your head or flip your laptop upside down to see it the way I originally saw it. When I was processing it, I felt that it needed the rotation. The reflection looked so much more appealing from this perspective.
The title of this post, by the way, refers to what could possibly be the greatest music video ever. I am a Star Wars nut and this video is just amazing. Check out the Scattered Trees.