The Kid: Hey Dad, whats for supper?
Me: Well, we have Caribbean inspired chicken, grilled on a bed of fresh chives, a zucchini sauté with shallots and mushrooms, and some basmati rice.
The Kid: I don't want that, Dad. I want one of those pizza pockets from the freezer.
Me: I want a DNA test.
I like to take pictures of churches, architecture in general, but especially churches. This is one that I have photographed on several occasions. Every time that I go there I see something new, another angle.
I have no one near me that shares my interest in photography so I go alone or with my dog Jacques.
When Jacques is with me he always finds his way into the photo.
Have a happy Victoria day long weekend.
When we think of the health of a plant, we think green.
When we think of the fitness of the carnal, pink is the colour.
Why does the the magnolia mimic the flesh?
You beautiful plant, you have my attention.
I never cut my right hand
it's the one that holds the knife
I always nick the left one
it's been that way all my life.
My left hand is the helper
it holds things like a vice.
My right is a careless master
it's helper it will often slice.
When we carelessly cause pain
a friendship we can sever
We better find a way to say sorry,
express love and sound clever.
Jacques hates the bus. He barks and growls at it every time it goes by. He sees it the only way that he can, as a huge horrible monster with an awful mouth on the side of its head and an anus further down its long body.
Poor Jacques, he has witnessed this monster stop and swallow people whole. On other occasions the beast has stopped and pooped them out.
Poor Jacques, he lives in such a frightening world. It's a good thing that he and I look out for one another.
