quickies

With school and sports taking over my time, I’ve been out of the posting game for a bit. I haven’t picked up my camera in over a week and I even managed to forget to bring it with me to Toronto. I don’t even know who I am anymore.

I did snap something the week before though. I got Tessa to pose for me on a Friday and I wandered a bit with Brittany through the river valley when the sun was still high in the sky the following Monday.

Also, I’m over this Edmonton heatwave. I’ll take -30°C any day.
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Weekenders: transience

I’m sitting shot gun and staring at the home brew in the cup holder. “What are the chances we’d get pulled over and the officer catches me drinking something that looks like iced tea?”  I ask myself dumbly (I didn’t drink it). For as long as I’ve known, the pace of life my family runs at is breakneck and for once as I’m sitting in the passenger seat, I’m not in control. Everything slows down just a little whether I want it to or not. Continue reading

little expeditions

I’m so tired that I’ve run out of words before I can even begin to lay them down.
Castles and rocks were climbed, trains were rode, museums with gorgeous architecture were explored, and drunk off sunshine and Port wine, we stumbled through the cobblestone streets of Porto.

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Weekenders: School’s Out

Guys, this one’s a doozy. Instead of breaking up my weekend into separate posts, it’s going to be one SUPER LONG post. Think you can handle it? Yes? Perfect.

So last Friday was the last day of Spring classes. How did my exam go you ask? Well, I did roll around on the grass in front of the Jubilee Auditorium for two hours and then did turtle spins on a table outside of the exam room…so you tell me how you think my exam went.
Instead of running out of the exam room throwing my non-existent cue cards up into the sky and screaming “FREEDOM!” at the top of my lungs, I hopped into my vehicle and drove to Calgary to visit Krisstina.

I made it into the downtown core in just over two hours. Two hours.  I scare myself with my driving. But digressing from that, I got into Calgary around 8-ish and next thing I know I’m chugging a beer on an empty stomach and stumbling over to Clive Burger which made for the best kind of celebratory “you’re done!” feeling.

Oh yeah, we found this dude who just so happens to be one of my best friends on the way.
Hi Amiel.

Right, so we walked down the block and shoved our faces with burgers and greasy fries that had turned the bag translucent. I would say that I regret eating all that junk, but after trudging through what I had deemed the week from hell, I could really care less about counting my calories.
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