These three mice were saved by Steph on the same trip to Manitoulin. Rat poison killed their mother, but somehow they were alive and (mostly) well, running around and squeaking in the trailer’s air conditioning unit. One by one, of the course of hours, we spotted and rescued each of them and put them in a box.
Only two of them survived the trip home, but they (Gus and Leela) are still alive and well, living in a pretty sweet Ovo-designed mouse house at Steph’s place. I’ll have to get photos of them all grown up. One day…
Taken in August of this year while on vacation on Manitoulin Island. I was just walking around with my camera (which I still do, very rarely, despite never posting anything…) and just had to take one of these photos of a shored canoe. Also had to get used to using Aperture on the Mac.
I’ll try to post at least once a week… Setting a Calendar reminder now :)
I’ve been studying the course material for a class called “FACS” (Fine Arts Cultural Studies) and would like to give you two samples of the sorts of things I’m expected to talk about. Seriously.
I wouldn’t ask or even recommend that any of you watch either of those to the end, but I suspect you’ll sypathize with me within only a few seconds of watching. And that’s really all I want, is sympathy. I know I have to do this, but I don’t think suffering of this magnitude should go unnoticed. I share them with you because misery loves company. And I am miserable.
Oh, and if you somehow managed to watch either of those without ever ONCE cracking a “WTF” or at least making a “WTF face”, please explain where and/or how you acquired an immunity to such high concentrations of bullshit.
On a lighter note, it’s nearly summer and I’m pretty sure I’m going to appreciate this one more than any other since… Well… Possibly ever. I’ve had a crappy time adjusting to studenthood and when that first flower blooms, I may actually shed a tear of pure, salty joy. If I can thank FACS for anything, it’s for making me so appreciate the time I get away from it.
And now, you can too. I’m sorry. And you’re welcome.
I know very little of this photo. It was taken more than a year and a half ago, in the summer of ‘07 I think. I’m not sure why it’s adjusted the way it is, but it was starred for posting and I figured now’s as good a time as any.
I’d like to post more often, but my time’s been devoured by school and, in the rare breaks I do get, I tend to avoid doing much at all.
More on the way. One day.
Happy New Year, folks. Here’s a photo of Boo in celebration.
This shot, though it is staged (your search for a real booze-drinking cat will have to continue), required nothing more than to slide the shot glass in frame. She sits with her rear on the top step of the stairs, then rests her upper half on the floor above. I planted my camera on the floor while Paul (I believe it was) slid the shot glass in front of her.
I suspect the fumes of absinthe from the glass are to thank for keeping her calm enough to take the shot with my lens so close to her; the non-sedated Boo would’ve pounced at my face as soon as I got near enough to swat. There’s another shot of her with her nose up to the glass, and you’d swear she was smiling… But this shot won.
PS: Pete, you’re welcome to turn this into a lolcat :P
Steph left for Asia for some crazy hike up to Base Camp on Mt. Everest — among other places — and I miss her already. Now I’m so bored that when 10:00 rolls around, I need so badly to get out of the house that I wander the dark, foggy streets of Bowmanville alone with my camera. And this is the kind of crap I end up taking photos of!
Ah well. It’s a pretty shot. Shame that my girlfriend had to fly to the other side of the Earth for me to finally go out and take a photo again!
There may well be more of this to come in the next 13 days.