Bohemian Waxwing

These waxwings are flocking all over town these days. They picked my Mountain Ash clean last week. Funny how they are so striking up close yet still can disappear in plain sight by the dozens in a tree. Then startle and the tree comes alive.

This one was a casualty of my clean windows. I carried it to the top of my back fence to leave for an owl, but a raven and magpie were first on the scene.

It's winter here today and I like it.

Ridiculous

The little label says "waterproof".























Partial Zero Emission Vehicle.

Let's get personal

Loving, smart, beautiful

Ad posted at a coffee shop in Summerland, B.C.

Celebration

I see a future career in cake decoration.

Long Lake

I like being in the water. Maybe that's why I sometimes take two baths a day (only on bad days, when I really need to).

Baths are more of a winter thing; summer is for swimming. Swimming satisfies me in a way that nothing else does.

In the Yukon, lakes are rarely warm enough for luxurious swims. Here's Bella on one of the warm Long Lake days.



















When I was a kid, I went to the Okanagan every summer. Both sets of grandparents lived there, in a town aptly named Summerland. I could never stay in the water as long as my sister and cousins could; I got cold, blue-lipped and shivery. But I went in and out, diving up and down like a seal, scaring myself with thoughts of things underwater, floating and doing handstands and running out splashing to lie goose-fleshed on my towel in the heat.

I miss all that, living here.

But right now I am getting to swim lots in Long Lake and it is making things better. Tonight I went alone, at 11 at night, and jumped in quick in the almost dark.















(I wore my fine jewelry for a Long Lake picnic on Solstice this year).

This summer has been warm and swimmy.

Kevgina

I guess these are the kind of t-shirts you would see at a beer festival. My friend also saw a guy wearing a shirt that said "I get drunk and hump things." I didn't get a photo of that one, though.

I'm a bit obsessed with "Kev-gina" right now. I can't stop saying it.

The next photo provides proof that wearing a shirt that says "Kev-gina" doesn't hurt your chances of chatting up some lovely Alaskan ladies.

My sister and her boyfriend once attended an Offensive T-shirt Party in Edmonton. He wore a shirt that said "Panty Inspector" and she wore one that said "My girlfriend can't wrestle but you should see her box".

Okay, I just phoned them both at work. His t-shirt actually said "Sperm Donor".