If we build and build and build, some day there will be no more open space to break to pieces.
OR
Construction begins with a road. The field is no more.
*I used both the thesaurus and the dictionary for the title of this entry.
If we build and build and build, some day there will be no more open space to break to pieces.
OR
Construction begins with a road. The field is no more.
*I used both the thesaurus and the dictionary for the title of this entry.
If we have to have a school and a school has to have a name, thus I have named it: The School of Everywhere.
Perhaps our mascot can be the wind.
Here we are again!
I know I’ve taken many, many photos at this spot, but this is the only one I can find:
A cloud hangs over the bay,
and Iris looks out on the morning.
She returns with specimens:
seaweed, driftwood, stone.
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A cloud hangs over the bay,
and Akiva drives out in the morning.
Out in the morning, out in the morning. Akiva drives out in the morning.
While Iris and I went for a walk up the Sainte-Marguerite river,
Martin stayed by the bay and played with metal cars with Akiva.
Upon my return, I noticed we were situated in the perfect location for shooting 4×4 truck advertisements!
I made some mock-ups using Toyota advertising slogans and Lorem Ipsum text.
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In the afternoon, we went on a hike.
In the evening, we made popcorn with a cute little popcorn cage that we held over the fire. I made a couple of batches and timed it: six minutes to pop over good coals. Martin wanted to make a batch, so I filled up the cage with corn. Wanting to be a guy and beat my six-minute average, he tossed a couple of logs on the coals to build up a roaring guy-style camp fire. Unfortunately, Martin never did spend much time studying the physics of campfires and did not know that before you get a roaring flame, the logs have to catch fire. Then after you get a roaring flame, you have to wait for good coals or you just burn the kernels. It took him a good 20 minutes of shaking those kernels over the cold fire in an uncomfortable squat position before I relieved his suffering by moving aside the logs to reveal the coals. Sorry, Martin. Sometimes, it hurts to be a guy.
At the sea in the morning, the tide was out,
so we went exploring.
One can walk a long way into the bay of St. Margeurite without getting one’s knees wet.
Far, far out into the bay at low tide, even the bird people had dry knees.
Then we turned and walked up the low-tide river.
Beneath our feet, little green things enjoyed the sun while waiting for the tide to return.
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Later in the day, Iris and I took a walk together.
We discovered an outhouse that would prove to be the only place Martin could poop.
For this reason, I have immortalized it in my photo album with the grand headline,
“Remote Outhouse Saves 50-Year-Old Man’s Colon from Bursting on Week-Long Camping Trip.”
Unfortunately I didn’t take any photos of my mother and brother while they were here.
Fortunately, I did take many photos of Iris wearing Dan’s sun hat at the Cherry River Marsh.