Wednesday, December 31, 2008


Hope springs from the cold cold ground.

Today I looked at photographs of dead people. Dead children. Why? Because, if you will pardon the expression, I needed a kick in the balls. A reminder that the entire world is not the paradise that I live in.

I felt helpless but I am not. I can help a little. Feeling helpless and choosing to be helpless are two different things.

I went to a website that is filled with hope. It showed how very little can be used to do so much.

I gave a little money and will try to remember to make it a regular activity.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

From Our House to Your House

Have a Happy and Love-filled New Year.

Monday, December 29, 2008


The year is rapidly drawing to an end and the new year with all of its promise will be upon us.
Why do we make New Year's Resolutions? Why not Birthday resolutions because that is the real for true New Year's Day for each of us.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Jack Frost Visited

Went out seeking crystals.

Saturday, December 27, 2008


Friday, December 26, 2008

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Something is Amiss

I am having mental strife. The old 'puter seems to be acting like a food processor and churning some of my photo files like they are so many vegetables ready for the soup pot.
This soup is interesting to look at but not very palatable. I am afraid to try to open anything decent right now in case the processor hits puree.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

All I Want For Christmas . . . .

is somewhere warm to stick my butt.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The Pink Bullet

But it is a soft bullet.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Fun And Games

It was all fun and games until her feet got cold.

Sunday, December 21, 2008


Today is the first day of winter. Time to start Christmas shopping, I guess.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Friday, December 19, 2008

Colette Amelia and Her First Born

-29 C in Barkerville and the cameras come out.

Thursday, December 18, 2008


Playing Hide and Seek with half a ton of moose. She didn't think I could see her.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Snow on the Mower

It warmed up to a balmy -22 C so I went for a walk with my camera.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Number 7

Do you think Tim Horton ever dreamed that his name would be placed with McDonald's as one of the leading litters of Canada? I am sure he would be so proud.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

The Butterfly Swarm

I th-th-think th-th-they are j-j-just trying to stay w-w-w-warm

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Hey! Take Our Picture

It was a cold blustery day and I was armed with a hot camera.

Friday, December 12, 2008


Sometimes the most precious gold is within us.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Space Travel in my Mind

Just another day in Paradise.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Get Outta My Face

Some kids just don't appreciate having a camera shoved in their faces.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

The Eyes Have It

Is there a reason why all creatures are born with disproportionately large eyes?

Don't you just want to keep this Thomas?

Monday, December 08, 2008

How Does He Do That?

This bull seems to be going in two directions at once. Or his head is coming out of his side.
I shot that in 1981 at the Williams Lake Stampede.

Sunday, December 07, 2008


I just didn't understand what kind of Animal Care Hospital that could be.

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Trip to the Post Office

Colette Amelia asked me to mail some letters. This was the only mail box I could find.

Friday, December 05, 2008

Fresh Herbs

What can I say? No more walking nude into the herb garden.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Canadian Politics

Head Clown, Stephen Harper, has taken the circus to new levels. You have to laugh at the way he can lie and expect no-one will notice.

On second thought, it isn't that funny.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008


I wondered if shooting a photograph would be considered to be play.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

I Had an Idea . . .

. . . . but it fell and broke. Now what do I do?

Monday, December 01, 2008

Yellow and a Little Green

I am in Prince George. I know I am. I can smell it.


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