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.
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| Muddy feet. |
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| Beds I made from old barn boards. |
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| Flower garden I made for Rachel to fill with plants. |
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| Saturday lunch in the yard. |
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| My personality can be a tad exhausting... |
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| Even for Lucy. |
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| Naptime. Shep piled up pillows in case she rolled off. His idea. |
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| Dinner with skipping-rope eyes. |
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| Noodle Shark. |
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| Sunday afternoon in the yard. |
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| "Dad, open the door, I need to dance on the sidewalk." |
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| Raw |
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| Cooked. |
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| Served. The twins ate Cheerios. Losers... |
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| Breakfast at Olympia. Ordered pancakes. Never ate anything... |
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| GIant Hibiscus flower. Kid for size reference. |
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| The storm that hit just as I went to get Rachel from the Airport. |
Punk Rock Big Year
Paul Riss
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