I photograph Iris in the woods.
Akiva cuts a downed willow branch to add some substance to a bridge-that-ought-to-be.
I photograph the obligatory hug at the grandparent trees.
Compare it to this photo: 12 July 2018
Iris gently bonks noses with Brook.
Then she bonks not so gently!
Akiva throws a rope to climb a tree.
He ascends a bitβ
but cannot ascend the biggest tree in the woods very far with a six-foot rope.
Iris asked, for Solstice, to go on a hike just with me, like we used to
before my foot hurt so much.
I enjoyed the hike.
Iris let me know that I am slow.
Canal building commenced around seven in the morning.
The purpose of the canal was the creation of an island.
Digging of the pool began past eight. Akiva dug, Martin brought the reinforcement material.
Iris documented the days activities in her journal.
She drew and wrote in the morning light on a driftwood log by the bay.
After allowing them to admire it a bit, the rising tide lent its creative hand to Martin & Akiva’s stone ringed pool.
Back at camp, there was a chess tournament.
It is very difficult to get an action shot in chess.
I have never seen one.
This is our kitchen tent. We have our own spot on the bay with our own entrance, to the water.
It is just a bit over two kilometers from where the nearest car can drive.
There are no idling RVs, no cars driving, no speakers playing, no people walking by (usually), and there is no cell reception.
I got Lyme disease at my folk’s house in mid-July. It was exhausting and painful.
I spent most of our camping trip sleeping on the beach.
The kids didn’t have as much fun this year, due to all my sleeping.
Martin says it was the last year we’re going, in his opinion.
He has never enjoyed camping.
It’s still the best place ever for family camping, in my opinion. I simply love it here.
deciding on the building site
building the foundation
raising the walls
sandcastle legs
playing in the bay
shoreline at sunset
children at sunset
We biked down to the Coaticook.
Akiva went IN!!!
Iris also got wet.
Akiva needed some time with just me.
I took him on a ride through North Hatley to the old swimming spot on the Coaticook.
I had to look it up: fashion models are required to look glum on the runway in order to avoid taking the focus away from the clothing they are wearing. In other words, perhaps if they smiled, they would look too beautiful for us to bother caring about their clothing. This doesn’t make much sense to me. Why hire those who have, ostensibly, the most perfect faces and then tell themβ “Go out there and knock ’em dead! βbut not too dead. We don’t want actual dead people, so look as average as possible.” Why not just hire average people and let them smile? In sum, I don’t buy it. I think there’s another reason they’re required to look glum, and I think I know what it is: glumness is currently in fashion. Smiles come and go! Here is a woodland setting with facially fashionable children. Uh, wait. Isn’t it fashionable for children to smile? Oops…
The depth of field is shallow because I didn’t bring my tripod.
I didn’t bring my tripod because I didn’t want to carry it.
I didn’t want to carry it because my backpack is not properly engineered for carrying a tripod.
I wish I was comfortable bringing my tripod everywhere.
I would like a new backpack.