the slippery shadows of an ever changing aquatic landscape...

moving upstream, velvety tendrils tug at their leashes...

pit stop...

and still they come...

mythology...

It was a myth - my romanticized idea of geese gracefully soaring through the twilight, softly honking in the still night air...  No.  It was Cairo at rush hour.  And even though there seemed to be a somewhat designated flight path, it is inevitable that there would have been an occasional feather bender.  Fasten your seatbelts kids, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

i spy with my little eye, one thousand four hundred and eleven geese...

tools of the trade...

the dreaded sunday night, bracing for impact before being sucked back into the constricting coils of the work week... will there be no escape?...

drink in the last days of summer...

these boots were made for walking, but that's not what they'll do...

Sadly, the journey to Brandon was cut short by a crick in the neck.  I've never had a crick before, much less one in the neck, and it's not something I'd chose to have again.  Not enjoyable.  At all.  So the week was spent moping around the house like a princess (I wonder if the Princess from The Princess and The Pea was suffering from a crick?  I had always just assumed she was flaky), and then working on reports from home.  Not nearly as exciting as Brandon had promised to be.  But who knows what the future holds?  I can always dream of Brandon ...

head out on the highway, lookin' for adventure...

Or at least a change of scenery...  Off to Brandon!

the hope of lessons learned...?...

self portrait...

bring on the elves...

wash day = gym membership... how times have changed...

inner circles...

Yesterday I spent the day at the Steinbach Mennonite Heritage Museum's Farm Days.  Incredible!  It gave me a whole new appreciation for the roots I've grown from - the resiliance, determination, perseverence and hard work of the Mennonite people is that from which epics are created.  What would be the Menno version of Beowolf...?  Wait.  Mennonites are also known for their humility.  There will be no epic tales, simply the reflection of greatness in lives lived well.

sitting in the shadows...

come into the light and confess, my child, and unburden your soul...