Base Camp

In our tiny front porch, most days, there are squat shoes, deadlift shoes, knee sleeves, belts, climbing shoes, a bag of climbing gear, a flute, dog leashes, easily half a dozen pair of running shoes, hiking staves, hiking boots, a camp stove, a cooling casserole (kept safe from the cats and dog) and other oddments…

My own skin

I’m going to come right out and say it: I love my body. I love that I’m short. It gives me tremendous leverage and I like the world from this height. I love that I am physically stronger than many women and always have been. I’m proud of what this lets me do. It took…

The Legend of the HMS Bathtub

I found this photo in my camera roll the other day and thought that maybe it was time to share the story that goes with it. Every family has a few colourful characters and some families have more than their fair share, either in terms of quantity or quality. One of the latter such was…

Falling Back

Took a wander through the fall foliage with John and Katherine last weekend. This is once of my favourite times of year and it was a delightful change to amble through life instead of sprinting from one thing to another. I’ve run these trails often and know every dip and bend, but walking them proved…

It still works

“You’re mocking me again.” It’s a familiar breakfast refrain in our house. I used to wonder why he married me, until I realized that I am a source of constant entertainment and bemusement to him. “Only you would make a game out of cleaning up, ” was his retort. “I’m a mother. THAT’S WHAT WE…

Happy Hallowe’en!

And a very festive Samhain to you all. Today is the day many things happen. First off, and I guess most importantly, today is the day that we take over John F. Dawson Law Office (we’re purchasing it) and it becomes John Taylor-Hood Law Office, PLC Inc. I don’t have a picture of that for…

“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*….

Chance Cove Provincial Park

Feeling the need to get out-of-town for the long weekend and being possessed of a rare forecast for said weekend that did not contain precipitation, either liquid or solid, John and I teamed up with the Edinger Family for a rollicking good time on the southern shore. We skedoodled on Saturday morning and headed down the…

Balance

I’m always struggled with balance. Trying to fit exercise, work, family, marriage, friends, motherhood, housework, dogs, volunteer responsibilities, garden, and hobbies (to list but a few) into a twenty-four hour day feels more like a labour of Hercules than a task for an ordinary mortal, most days. (Of course, I’m guessing that Hercules also didn’t…

Family

We went over to my parents’ for dinner and I snapped this candid shot of my sister and her son. It’s a little bit unfocussed, as I was shooting erratically-moving subjects at 1/30 of a second, but I think the feeling conveyed overrides any technical aberrations. Having a lens that works in low light with…

Clay Day

Yesterday evening was Katherine’s ninth birthday party and we celebrated at the Devon House Clay Studio, operated by the Craft Council of Newfoundland & Labrador. I wasn’t about to post all the photos here, so I made a collage. If you follow this link, you will see the full collection in greater detail. A few…

Bibliophile in the making

Katherine had today off school and while I had a tonne of work to do, it had always been my intention that we should get out and explore a bit today. (She has Monday off, too, but I’m trying not to think about that.) So I plugged away at things for the morning, but when…