Fav of the Week 4

Technically this porobably isn’t really the fav of the week, but this “littlest hobo” bunny was a nice little pick-me-up for the whole family.

“There’s a voice that keeps on calling me
Down the road, that’s where I’ll always be.
Every stop I make, I make a new friend,
Can’t stay for long, just turn around and I’m gone again

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on.” Haha

Fav Photo of the Week

Yesterday marked the last day of 365 days of blogging for a photographer I follow. It was inspirational to see her accomplish that goal. I can’t put that sort of pressure on myself though, but I had planned on starting a similar personal project in which I took a photo each day of the year, give or take – but I need to pick one fav image each week. Each week will have certain limits placed upon it – like one week I will only take pictures with the iphone etc. Some weeks I intend to follow a particular theme, but the main goal is to be able to look back and see life. I need fluidity, but I have been impacted with how life can change drastically from one New Years Eve to the next. It would be so amazing to be able to take a visual look back and see everyday, or at least every week. I want to a push to see creatively, and to try to capture life as it is (or isn’t – if that is the goal). I didn’t want the pressure of having to post the photo everyday if I didn’t want to, so I set up a blog specifically for the daily stuff. I’ll pick my favourite, and share it here. Of coarse if you care to see the whole week, I’ll share the link to the daily(ish) site url: HERE
This week I restricted myself to the wide angle at the same focal length. The story telling lens. So one photo each day, with one lens. With the exception of the first day, since I had not made up my mind to restrict myself yet. That came as an after thought.

Something Worth Remembering

Lest we forget. My parents were kids in WWII. They know what it’s like to have your country invaded and your freedom taken away. My dad could tell you stories about cookies offered to children by invading german soldiers. He would tell you he threw his on the ground in defiance. He could tell you how he had to sprinkle pepper on the sidewalk to throw off the hounds. My mom could tell you stories of how my Grandmother would stall when the soldiers came knocking on their door. She could tell you about seeing a bloodied neighbour being taken from his home, his family, his country. They can tell you what its like to be woken up by sirens and bombers flying overhead. They can tell you about food rations, lice, war-time living. They can also tell you about the Canadian soldiers and how everyone came out into the streets when Holland was finally liberated.

Thankfully, I don’t have stories like this about my childhood. Thankfully brave men and women were willing to give up their own comfort, safety, and families to fight back. Thankfully we still have brave man and women who fight for freedom, so we don’t have to stall while enemy soldiers knock on our door, send our twelve year olds out to sprinkle pepper to throw off the hounds, or be woken by the chilling sounds of sirens and bombers overhead. We are free. Because of them. Something worth remembering today. Lest we forget.

nov11-10

Time Keeps Tickin’

Ok, I don’t necessarily like using song lyrics for posts.  But this just seemed so fitting.  I mention in the previous post how Image Quest made me think about what’s important and what’s not.  And how valuable my TIME really is.  I love my kids.  I love TIME with my kids.  Time spent teaching them, learning with them, tickling them, cuddling up with them, playing cars with them, covering random objects with glitter with them, listening to them read for the very first time… These are the things I won’t get to do for much longer.  That is what’s valuable to me.  So, I came home with my mind set to make some changes as to how I spend my time on the back end.   I’m stepping back a few paces and trying to see how I can free up some of that time , so I can spend it in a way that’s a little wiser.  Guess what I found out?   These changes take TIME.  Ugh.  Seriously,  I can’t instantly implement some time saving strategy?!?  Now I have to spend some time getting that song, I used in the title, out of my head.

And since nothing says LAST DAY OF MARCH 2010 like a pair of Converse All Star canvas high-tops on the mossy ruin of some building built in the 1800s (or a run-on sentence):

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