Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Five days off, no new birds.

Last week, my wife went to a wedding in Calgary. She was at Lake Louise, a great place to see western birds. I, on the other hand, was at home with the kids. We got up to a lot of stuff, none of it birding. I really feel the need to go birding. It's driving me crazy. I also feel like getting some tattoos. I'm slipping into a phase of feeling like a failure again. Like I'm not doing a big year at all, or even a documentary. There's just so much going on in the rest of my life. The twins are starting school in 2 weeks, there's a ton of stuff to get done at the house before the winter, I'm in the process of finding a new partner at work on top of doing three really big campaigns for Subaru, Cialis and Manulife Financial. Argh. But forget all that, here's some photos of my week as a single dad.

Muddy feet.

Beds I made from old barn boards.

Flower garden I made for Rachel to fill with plants.

Saturday lunch in the yard.

My personality can be a tad exhausting...

Even for Lucy.

Naptime. Shep piled up pillows in case she rolled off. His idea.

Dinner with skipping-rope eyes.

Noodle Shark.

Sunday afternoon in the yard.

"Dad, open the door, I need to dance on the sidewalk."



Served. The twins ate Cheerios. Losers...

Breakfast at Olympia. Ordered pancakes. Never ate anything...

GIant Hibiscus flower. Kid for size reference.

The storm that hit just as I went to get Rachel from the Airport.

Punk Rock Big Year
Paul Riss

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