Every year on Canada Day, our little area has the Salmon Festival. It's grown from a small community parade to one of the largest in Canada. It's 2-1/2 hours long and it starts about 5 mnutes from my house. This year was a little more special because the kids were able to come and enjoy it with me.
Our proud little Canadian was thrilled with the event. He has become obsessed with motorcycles of late. If there's any within visual distance, he will not listen to anyone or anything as he becomes fixated. So the parade was FULL of exciting moments for him and he was waving his flag like there was no tomorrow.
Steveston was founded by Japanese settlers and there's a long standing community spirit in the Japanese community. One of the best displays is this temple walk. It's believed that the spirits must hear loud chants from those carrying it, and it must be taken in a zig-zag route to ward off the bad spirits. It makes for a great moment in the parade and has most everyone chanting and yelling right along with them.
Of course, gotta love the bagpipes. One of my most favourite parts of Canada Day is waking up to the pipers as they get tuned up in time for the parade. This year, I got in very late Saturday night and they started at 7:30am but just hearing them put me in a great mood.
If I was in the market for a car right now, this would be it. I
am debating getting my hair cut. I haven't had it this long in years!
My little mini-me. If I'm taking photos, she has to be too. And I have to say she's got a great eye and the perspective from being just over 3 feet tall leads to some great shots.
I have been a bad blogger. It has been busy again...life never seems to slow down even for a second.
My brother had his double knee replacement operation two weeks ago. It should have been a 3-5 day hospital stay but due to quite a few unfortuante occurences, it ended up being just over 2 weeks. He only returned home this weekend. Most of his problems stem from human error - and that's the most frustrating. The tensor was put on too tight following his operation - it caused blisters and nerve damage. He is home now though and that's the main thing.
We've all been sick with bronchitis - my mom (which is very serious with her COPD), my dad (who has no immune system on top of everything else) and myself (but I'm trying hard to ignore it). It's been challenging but no point in dwelling on it. You do what you need to do and move on.
I haven't been able to go out on any photo shoots of late, which is starting to get to me a little. There are some beautiful old barns that I've been dying to capture, and an old half sunk fish boat that has been pulled out of the river and is on the banks. I'll get there one of these nights.
The reunion planning is in full steam and I'm spending a good 4 hours a day right now on organizing. It gets frustrating at times as I often feel like I'm the only one fully committed. On Sunday, I met up with the others in the group and was met with 'I haven't done a THING in the last month, have you?' Um, yeah. Lots. But bigger picture, right? It will get done and the sense of accomplishment will be worth it. Now if only I could find a photographer, I'd be happy.
So that's me in a nutshell...hope you are all well - and thank you Monica for checking up on me!