Balancing a web

  The analogy of life as a web is possibly overused, but always apt. I took this shot (among others) at Dildo Run Provincial Park during a recent vacation on one of those perfectly quiet and misty mornings; the sort of morning that comes complete with second cups of coffee and quiet walks in the…

New Page: The Lighthouse Pyramids

Hello, my name is Vicky and I make Lighthouse Pyramids. Or more accurately, I orchestrate them and shoot the results. All families have traditions. Some of those traditions make sense only to the people in the family; viewed from outside, many traditions appear silly or plainly incomprehensible. These are, we feel, the very best sorts…

The thinking hour

Of late, evenings in our house have been a strangely incongruous combination of serious and thoughtful discussions and slightly tipsy adult silliness. I have a feeling that the former is instigating the latter and that the silliness is what lets us sleep. We have a metaphorical boatload of changes coming our way in the next…

Some days you’ve just gotta jump…

Swimming at Herring Neck (or on the road to Herring Neck). Absolutely THE BEST swimming spot ever. Two diving platforms. Two very happy (and much cooler) kids. Heart-stoppingly amazing jumps. Perfect way to end a vacation!

What would Dad do?

Here on Exploits, we get wasps’ nests. Frequent and substantial wasps’ nests in inconvenient places. Family lore has evolved around these nests over the years in flamboyant style. It started with Dad and the new outhouse. Sometime in the mid-eighties, after a long boatride across the bay to Exploits, we all trooped sprinted up from…

Bedevilled by details

I firmly believe that organizing summer vacations ought to come with a training course. Boot camp, if you will. Day after day of physical and verbal exercises combined with courses such as Basic Multi-Event Planning for Wildly Divergent Individuals 101; Manipulating Childish Whims (basic and advanced); Finding Things & Hiding Things; Lists, Lists, Lists; What…

Running (around with) The Goat(s), Part 2: Visiting The Feather

We didn’t expect the goats. Then again, goats are nothing if not unexpected (is that a triple negative or a double?). We had been warned that The Feather was community grazing land and that there were sheep, attack horses and possibly stink-eyed bulls roaming around, but nothing was said about goats. Things were said about…

Cooling off in the Newman Wine Vaults

When we asked Katherine how she wanted to celebrate Canada Day this year (for Canada Day is very important to Katherines, you see), she gave us a list that was a mish-mash of the best of the best from Canada Days past, with a weather based modification; she wanted to go swimming. So on Canada…

“I can do that. I just need a wetsuit.”

Monday evening, as we stood on the beach at Beachy Cove, staring across the channel to Bell Island, I told Katherine about my friend Steph Porter and how she and her friends swam across from Bell Island to the mainland. Three miles is the distance. Almost five kilometers. It’s a long swim in open water*….

Pause. Breathe. Resume.

This is a whirl-wind, helter-skelter sort of week for us. We have three major events occurring in the next several days and my aim at this point is simply survival. Last night, after dropping in to visit with friends and their charming child, we threw our schedule to the wind, pulled over and dropped in…

Yesterday and Today

There’s a world of difference in a day. The Robin Family has built a nest under Katherine’s playhouse, near the greenhouse. They were watching today as I worked on the irrigation system. Here’s hoping they determine that I’m harmless.