(SIDEBAR – I was in Cape Breton and did a shoot with my good friends Jeff and Steph who I hadn’t seen for a long time. They are having a baby in late February and I couldn’t wait to take some photos. the last time I took pictures w Jeff he coined the name “applehead”.
anyway, shoot was fun. we drank homemade wine, or at least jeff and i did, smoked backyard cigarettes and had a few laughs. then we decided to get Brodie.
Brodie is their 4 year old chocolate lab. he’s a phenominal dog motivated only by his overwhelming desire to show you love and affection. i love him, he loves me.
in fact he loves me so much that when i bent down to turn on a light he careened, lovingly toward me, knocking me in one direction, my on-camera Pocket Wizard in another, my 5D and one portion of my 24-70/2.8 lens in yet another and finally, the remaining portion of my lens also off toward the cement basement floor. good boy Brodie.)
anyway, i get back from Cape Breton, undaunted by the fact that my camera bag has more pieces in it now than when it left.
my cousin, cynthia, is in town from Edmonton to hang out with us for a while as my mom rushes fists first into a battle with non-hodgkins lymphoma with the courage of a thousand men. it’s a battle i expect has only one outcome. mom wins.
so my point here is that I got home from Cape Breton after a week away and mom and Cynthia came out and made spaghetti w anchovies and we played some dominoes and drank wine.
Bolla wine…which always makes me think of Dickson because his front door area would always be full of empty bottles of Bolla Valpolicella. not 4 or 5…like, 10 or 12 on any given day. it was awesome.
bla bla bla…man, I get sidetracked easily.
here’s a my-eye-view of a one rotation of dominoes. note my double nine with no satisfaction anywhere and Jude’s sitting pretty on Last Tile.