Back in 2005, Andrea and I headed over to Lac Leamy for fireworks as part of the annual Casino festival. I managed a few pics, but what I am reminded of most with the fireworks is a ride on the bus afterwards. We got on the commuter bus back to Ottawa, and ended up sitting at the very back. Two young kids ended up sitting next to me, and one fell asleep on the other, with the second on following not to long afterwards, and leaning on me. Their mother came to rescue them and I waved her off, just letting them sleep. One couple took a picture of them sleeping. But when we stopped at one point, and the mother came to get them, the other couple thought it was hilarious that the kids weren’t mine! Fun night. But it all started with fireworks.
I love roses in general, and while red are impressive, I confess I have more of an affinity for Osiana roses. They are somewhere between orange and pink, with many describing certain strands as peach-coloured. I discovered them at a flower shop in downtown Ottawa back in ’95 when I was working in a very drab office with high walls, twisting corridors, and no windows anywhere near me. Each week or so, I would pick up some flowers to brighten up the office.
Yet I often hesitate to shell out the big bucks for them as gifts. I’d rather go out for dinner than buy something a friend of me laments is “just going to die”. Valentine’s Day is the law of supply and demand at its worst. High demand, limited supply, very few substitutes for roses = high prices, almost predatory even. I remember sending some to a friend one time when she was feeling down and alone, and at the rate I was charged for Valentine’s Day, she could have had flowers every week for a month in just about any other month of the year. » Read the rest
I mentioned in my previous memory about buying a car in June 2005, and the first day we went to Gatineau Park for a short drive. After that, we were looking for other things in the area to see and do now that we had the Blue PandA to take us farther afield. One weekend in early July, we went up to Wakefield to see the covered bridge. I had driven past before, and I had seen photos from other people, but I had never stopped.
We took a pic or two from the distance for the full effect, but I liked the inside just as much.
Back in June 2005, Andrea and I decided to buy a car. Well, I suppose we decided to buy it a bit sooner. We had lived in Sandy Hill and took the bus to work or anywhere else we wanted to go, and it was relatively easy getting around, so we never felt a “need” for a car that strongly. Plus I’m not a gearhead or even a wannabe so for me it’s just transportation, not entertainment. We had rented cars a few times to go on trips, all worked well, no giant issues.
Until one night we decided we were going to go to a movie in Britannia. From Parkdale, by car, that was about a 5-10 minute drive. Maybe 15 if you hit lights or you took a slow route. But we didn’t have a car yet, so we decided to take a bus. We walked from our house on Parkdale about 4 or 5 blocks up to Carling Avenue and waited for the 85 to come along. » Read the rest
One of my favorite things about going to the in-laws’ cottage is the chance to wander down by the dock and watch the setting sun. I like sunsets pretty much anywhere, and 2005 gave us some really good ones.
In May of that year, I was still playing with a relatively new point-and-shoot camera, and I wanted to see what kind of sunsets I might get during the the long weekend. Earlier in the day, it looked like there might be too many clouds on the horizon.
But as night began to fall, the colour started.
And then it went spectacular, even with my cheap camera.
Later on in August, I managed to catch one just near the house.
But at Thanksgiving, we were headed back to the cottage and en route, we got these shots.