2007-02-02 - Glenridge Quarry.
07-02-01 - Stark, simple ... pathetic?
07-02-01 - A rock is my pillow ... ... I shall not want. Yea, though I walk the frozen wastes of Glenridge Quarry summit, I will fear no weevils, for it is not yet the season of munching insects.
07-02-01 - Pond and phragmites
2007-02-03 - Visit to Diana, Brigden.
Side-trip to Sarnia.
07-02-03 - Gift shop and gallery, Sarnia.
07-02-03 - Turret waiting for a Rapunzel.
- The Duchess of Devonshire? Similar possibilities to the "Madame X" Plattsburg picture. Fix clipped region.
07-02-03 - Diana at the wheel, refinery background, Sarnia.
07-02-03 - Lambton sunset, the road to Brigden.
2007-02-14 - Home.
07-02-14 - Angus exorcising snowblower, Woodside.
07-02-14 - Next, Mrs Sheehan's driveway.
2007-02-14 - Glenridge Quarry.
07-02-14 - Ah, for the simple life.
07-02-14 - Only the bare essentials
07-02-14 - But an anomaly intrudes.
Such was its power that ...
07-02-14 - people in its vicinity ...
turned off their TV sets ...
and began to read books.
88-08-30 - From the archives, 1988 A similar anomaly, reported years ago at the top of Burroughs Mountain. A companion hill to Mt. Rainier, Washington state.
07-02-14 - HA! Y'missed me! Jove's aim is a little off today. Still recovering from the Saturnalia, I suspect.
07-02-14 - Derek's non-conformist parallel bars.
07-02-15 - Cozy corner, Woodside.
07-02-15 - See you next summer, chez nous ... ... where we will watch ...
07-02-15 - ... the future snows of yesteryear ... ... melt ... Mes enfants.
2007-02-18 - Montreal.
07-02-18 - The morning after: good party. How'bout we just ease into the day, slowly -- concentrate on the little things.
07-02-18 - Porringer pastorale.
07-02-18 - Counterscape #1.
07-02-18 - Counterscape #2.
07-02-18 - Still life with icecream cone.
07-02-18 - Help! Lost in mazes of non-sequiturs.
07-02-18 - Bowl from the West, curiously wrought.
07-02-18 - Again: siren song and gin bottle.
07-02-18 - Come sweep with me ...
07-02-18 - ... and we will make ...
07-02-18 - ... er, concentrate on domestic arts ...
07-02-18 - ... and healthy physical culture.
07-02-18 - Or sweeping floors?
07-02-18 - Or gardening?
07-02-18 - OK, let's just head for the tropics.
07-02-18 - I'm cold and hungry and I wanna come in.
07-02-18 - Or else I might put ...
... the curse of Cleocatra upon you.
07-02-18 - Justine and Sasha trample the backyard.
07-02-18 - Derek takes time out for a snack. Helen's Deli goes to Montreal.
07-02-18 - View through the front window.
07-02-18 - Let's play a word game. A game invented by Sasha's teacher for Valentine's Day to encourage language and interaction development.
07-02-18 - Let me guess.
- I know. Chocolate bar!
- Nice try, Sasha.
- But try again.
- A video game? No?
- That's not fair, Mamam.
- Just take your turn again, Sasha.
- A toy toyota?
- No. Something more educational.
- OK. I think I get it now.
- Sorry, that's Justine's card.
- But that's the one I want.
- OK, so turn it over, slowly.
- You have to follow the rules, Sasha.
07-02-18 - Beatrix fangs me for the celery stick.
07-02-18 - Nathan goes for a walk on the Kerry Way.
07-02-18 - Two minutes past high noon. Lunch!
07-02-18 - Excelsior!
07-02-18 - Beatrix calls room service.
07-02-18 - Justine tries out the "sorting hat".
07-02-18 - Let's have a story after lunch.
07-02-18 - A story about a witch in a funny hat.
07-02-18 - Must he document every aspect of his life?
07-02-18 - Why, Derek? Why?
07-02-18 - Ready to go out yet, Sasha?
07-02-18 - Guys in the Metro. We go on an outing: The Bridge to Terebithia at the old Forum, now a movie complex.
07-02-18 - The Forum: from the nosebleed seats.
07-02-18 - In the elevator above centre ice.
07-02-18 - Hungry again but still a bit of fever.
- Pl. des Arts: M. and D. lunch downtown. Ate at Morgan's. Derek forgot his backpack. Had to go back. Perishing cold. Before we turn into icicles on the way back home we take shelter in the Place des Arts.
07-02-19 - Careful, kid. That's a slippery slope.
07-02-19 - The farewell party is enjoyed by all ...
except Nathan, now catching the flu. He needs the gin more than Beatrix.
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