See, now, if there had been field trips, I probably wouldn't have preferred to sleep through geology class.
Now I find it fascinating, and luckily, so does my daughter, so we can pore over the rock samples in museums for as long as we want. Someone smart usually puts them right next to the dinosaur exhibit, which helps extend my son's attention span.
I don't know what the earth was thinking, but I am thinking that I don't want to fall back by an hour next week. I'd prefer to go back a couple of months. And pictures from summer like this just reinforce that thought.
Agreement here. I love, love Cape Breton. I was lucky enough to have a week's vacation there once and I photographed and painted like a madwoman. But the best views are in my mind.
I'm having vague flashbacks to the Atlantic coast being in decline and the Pacific coast being much younger and still developing--but that's all I've got.
It's a journal, a scrapbook, a record of my kid growing up. It's about food, it's about the pleasures of gardening. It's where I wear my heart on my sleeve, play with words and rail at the world. It's where I muse, and where I indulge my inner magpie. I have one delightful lonely cat and not enough time to read.
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See, now, if there had been field trips, I probably wouldn't have preferred to sleep through geology class.
Now I find it fascinating, and luckily, so does my daughter, so we can pore over the rock samples in museums for as long as we want. Someone smart usually puts them right next to the dinosaur exhibit, which helps extend my son's attention span.
I don't know what the earth was thinking, but I am thinking that I don't want to fall back by an hour next week. I'd prefer to go back a couple of months. And pictures from summer like this just reinforce that thought.
Agreement here. I love, love Cape Breton. I was lucky enough to have a week's vacation there once and I photographed and painted like a madwoman. But the best views are in my mind.
I'm having vague flashbacks to the Atlantic coast being in decline and the Pacific coast being much younger and still developing--but that's all I've got.
It was probably thinking: Oh no! Here comes another glacier! Run!
or
Hell! That dang volcano again. Always with the eruptions! Showoff!
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Cripes it's cold! Let's dance to warm up.
I love seeing the layers, like the past becomes visible. Chunks of time in the lines.
(Also, word verification, I shit you not: geograet)
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