These are scans of transparency slides that pater’s been sending over. Yes, my dad still keeps hundred of transparencies.
I miss all the fruit trees in our garden. So much.
Pater’s been sending over scans of his transparency slides. Yes, my dad still keeps hundred of transparencies. I was fascinated with them as a kid.
E-mail exchange between Li’l Bro and I regarding a pic not shown here:
Him: Lynn’s naked with a pistol!
Me: I do all my best work naked with a pistol.
Thought I’d share a look at what growing up in an oil palm plantation was like. These pics of the oil palm growth cycle were originally taken by my dad around the 1980s.
“We could put rose petals on the newlyweds’ bed.”
“Or a chicken.”
“It symbolizes fertility!”
“Do we just put a dead chicken on the bed?”
“That’s too much like The Godfather. . . .”
“No, live chickens.”
“. . . Where would we get live chickens?”
“. . .”
“We could just get raw chicken pieces and put those on the bed.”
“That would really kill the mood.”
Corene had been going through severe dog-withdrawal the whole week, so by this point she was basically pouncing on any dog available to give them scratches and belly-rubs.
Also by this point, we were looking for Bankhead, which led to a few lovely sights but also required quite a bit of hunting.
But we eventually found the area. Here are just a few shots:
And as a palette-cleanser, have a baby squirrel:
Invasion of the grizzly and bighorn sheep as we were leaving Jasper, headed for Banff:
Part 2 of the day in which we saw all the animals.
On our way down from Maligne Lake, we decided to stop at Medicine Lake.
It was just around this time when a busload of people stopped by to ask us if we were taking shots of the bear.
“Bear?” I asked.
See if you can spot it in the far right here, before I’d been aware of it:
Oh wait, you thought it was just one bear? Nah, it was a whole bear family. Bear families turned out to be all the rage that day.
Oh hey, guess what was at that same lake?
This, my friends, was the moment when I finally felt justified in that trip. The whole time we kept seeing signs alerting us of caribou crossings, but naught a single one. It was like a hoax. And then he showed up, and all was right with the world.
Aaaaaaand pretty soon it was a day filled with really cool sights and other wild animals. I should point out I didn’t manage to take pics of the majority that we saw, which should tell you how many they were.
Again, Corene with her animal soundtrack
I’d like to think Corene deliberately picked the soundtrack in anticipation of every animal we spotted. Like before, and like so:
And then we saw our first bear. Up in a tree. In the rain. It was wet.
We carried on to Maligne Lake.
And then a whole slew of bears from thereon out.
So many cubs.
Corene somehow always knows to play the most appropriate soundtrack for each wild animal we spot.
This is merely part 1 of the day in which we saw allllllllll the wild animals. Part 2 coming up. You’ll see further proof of Corene’s animal soundtrack sense.
Jasper, on the whole, is a Stephen King novel of a town stuck in the 1970s.
Oh hey, have some hastily-taken pics of elks:
And as a bonus for sticking with me this long, here’s Miss Corene in a hat: