Heresay

.hello snow

Today I awoke in the early hours of the morning to a familiar sound that I had not heard for quite some time, and was not sure whether to dread or welcome it. The sound of a plastic shovel scraping the public sidewalk outside my window.I believe it is time to welcome it.

    The first snow, I find, is quite the wonderful instance to happen to us lucky souls. The silent blanket slowly sweeping over anything it wishes, and eventually creating a crisp clean landscape for us to wander through, blaze our trails, and simply ponder and enjoy. It’s a neat blank canvas for a chaotic new season… welcome snow.

6 months ago

. I went to the snow sculpture festival in Edmonton this past year and there was a sculpture of the log driver… “amazing” is all that came to mind. I love you Canada.

11 months ago

Progression

 Today at the ripe old age of 24 i obtained my Alberta Learners permit.
 I first attempted this feat just over 8 years ago now if I am not mistaken, the middle of winter on the way out to hinton at an Edmonton registry office, I had 4 wrong 1 more than the acceptable 3, it was defeating, even though I had not studied nor attempted too.
 That trend continued a few other times oddly enough rendering the same results, with the span of years in between  each failed attempt.
 It has created a view in my mind that not only did i not think i would ever pass such a foolish test, i did not care too.
 But now a time later, with much encouragement from those around me, including my lovely lady herself, it is done. An ugly over panic inducing test has fallen at my hands, not a enormous matter to most, but we all have our own battles don’t we? And I have won this one, and it is time to travel onto the next…

11 months ago - 1
this would be amazing to experience. hopefully one day soon.maybe next summer?

this would be amazing to experience. hopefully one day soon.maybe next summer?

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1 year ago - 11
Incredible, one of my favorite styles of photography.

Incredible, one of my favorite styles of photography.

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1 year ago - 326
.a legend

.a legend

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1 year ago - 7
.easter is come and gone again, a wonderful time of celebration. some of my fondest memories from my youth were of things like painting eggs, singing hymns, the hunt, the chocolate, but on top of it all the family. one distinct year rings out to me, i was very young, i believe about 5 or so years old, and my parents were on a trip to europe while my grandmother had come in to take care of us in their absence. i wish i had clearer memories but the event in itself was memorable enough. i can’t think of any other single time being alone with any of my grandparents, it may have possibly happened, but if it is not a memory, it may as well have not. but i do look back on that with great fondness, you see i used to suffer from great homesickness, even just a night from home left me so terrified that i needed an immediate retrieval for any sort of peace of mind, no matter how well known or trusted the host was. this happened while they were in rome i believe, i was at a good friends home, just down an old country road from my own, i awoke in the middle of the night disoriented and terrified as usual, my grandmother was there to answer the phone, and then to come retrieve me. i have always been grateful for that, i do not know why i felt so much fear, and i don’t know exactly when it stopped, but while it was something that plagued me, I had family, no matter how closely related or far, how familiar or not, to watch over me when needed most. that is family, and family is wonderful.

.easter is come and gone again, a wonderful time of celebration. some of my fondest memories from my youth were of things like painting eggs, singing hymns, the hunt, the chocolate, but on top of it all the family. one distinct year rings out to me, i was very young, i believe about 5 or so years old, and my parents were on a trip to europe while my grandmother had come in to take care of us in their absence. i wish i had clearer memories but the event in itself was memorable enough. i can’t think of any other single time being alone with any of my grandparents, it may have possibly happened, but if it is not a memory, it may as well have not. but i do look back on that with great fondness, you see i used to suffer from great homesickness, even just a night from home left me so terrified that i needed an immediate retrieval for any sort of peace of mind, no matter how well known or trusted the host was. this happened while they were in rome i believe, i was at a good friends home, just down an old country road from my own, i awoke in the middle of the night disoriented and terrified as usual, my grandmother was there to answer the phone, and then to come retrieve me. i have always been grateful for that, i do not know why i felt so much fear, and i don’t know exactly when it stopped, but while it was something that plagued me, I had family, no matter how closely related or far, how familiar or not, to watch over me when needed most. that is family, and family is wonderful.

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1 year ago - 539
.an amazingly grotesque design. bravo?

.an amazingly grotesque design. bravo?

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1 year ago - 968

I was at a park just yesterday with my nieces and nephew. While there we spotted a black stray cat wondering about accepting any attention possible, when leaving the cat had almost a sadness about its walk. It reminded me greatly of this song, i think one of the saddest to hear for any cat or even animal lover.

1 year ago
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