From Fair Trade Jewellery Company to the Secret Pickle Supper Club in just 2.5 hours. With a lot of help from my friends Ryan, Asaka, Gerry, Cybelle and Aaron of course!
I'm amazed by what water can do to a slide. This shot has everything but mom washed out - and she is almost perfectly silhouetted. I recently rescued a some of my grandfather's slides that were damaged in a basement flood.
Most of the colour had peeled & bleed off this one leaving my mother and a ghost image of my grandmother.
Snapped this at the Waterloo Farmer's Market, which people keep insisting on calling the St. Jacob's Market. Which always confuses the hell out of me since I've been going there since 1983.
This photo was taken of the preserves at a stall run by an older Mennonite gentleman. It was one of the stalls in the Mennonite section, which seems to have been entirely supplanted from the old market across the highway and ghettoized into one little area in a market that now feels more like a carnival than a farmer's market. But I digress. Or is that ranting?
[Going through some of the photos I took in 2009 which didn't get uploaded due to time, travel or illness. ]
Last night was The Society of the Public Pickle - a joint birthday party for Gerry & me involving beer, wings, friends and the now-tradition posing with the pickle. This is a collage of the slightly off, out of focus and generally drunken shots from the night. The rest of the photos will be up as soon as I finish tweaking them (since I had to go back to using my S5 since my Canon SLR is back in the shop - AGAIN!)
I've told you before that I used to sell organic vegetables at the Saint John City Market when I was a little girl. These were our partners - the other family we ran the stall with and part of the village that raised me.
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