I run my dog past a place in the neighbourhood that still gives me double takes when I pass. Two eerily real, waxy looking, artificial children having a moment in the middle of a waxy looking, artificial lawn.A nonsense stream of dialogue runs through my head each time I'm fooled into looking at them. "Aren't they bored yet?" "Where are their parents at this hour?" "It's pouring rain, they'll get soaked!" I guess it's some retired couple trying to soften up their retired looking lawn, to bring some youthful energy back now that the real kids are lawyers in some far away city, Just seems a little sad to me.
Just lost in the virtual box of old pictures on my computer, finding lots of imagery from our last year on Gabriola Island. Sigh.
As much as I love being back in the city again, it might be a while before our modest rental sees a bowl of fresh off the tree, sun warm fruit like this.
I feel a Gabriola picture series coming up.
I travelled thousands of miles each summer as a kid, to reach the ocean for two weeks of bliss. There was no where in the world I wanted to be more, and I vowed to my parents that when I reached legal age I was going to live on the ocean.
Well, I waited a little longer than 18 years before doing it, and now I watch my own two growing up on the water, not realizing yet just how magical a place they have.
I know they will one day, and for that I’m grateful. It’s like a little secret right before their eyes that someday they’ll see (when they leave it most likely)
Just picked up my sushi order from the little family run place down the block, they’ve started making newspaper bags by hand for each take out order. 15 minutes per bag.
Not only are they cool as hell, but these smart business people just get it. They’re doing something positive, they’re SO part of the movement, and they’re putting sweat equity right into the account of our planet. Just because it’s the right thing to do.
I will NEVER buy sushi anywhere else again if I can help it.