I’d always been warned not to fly via the USA. Stories of delayed flights, rude staff, lost luggage and chaotic customs had all terrified me into avoiding America’s skies like the plague. But this trip saw me flying on a United Airlines ticket. Only one of the legs – to Los Angeles – would be… Continue reading More chronicles of a peripatetic shutterbug
I still can’t believe what an idiot I was! And with that one sentence a myriad of images flooded your mind about what I could possibly have done? Well, it’s this you see … It’s sometimes easier to do the impossible than to do the embarrassing. Ashleigh Brilliant Shortly after arriving in Canuckistan I took… Continue reading One of my most imbecilic performances ever
This was one of the first blogposts I wrote after moving to Canuckistan in 2013. I thought it was worth revisiting (something I plan on doing every Thursday while I’m here – looking back at some of my blogposts from back then.) I’ve edited it slightly, but you will get the point … ________________________ So, before I moved over… Continue reading Throwback Thursday: These Canucks are crazy, I tell ya!
I feel for my friends the Steenkamps in Vancouver, I really do. They are the ones that always get me at my most bushy-tailed and bright-eyed as I arrive from South Africa via Europe. As if. It is they, the most patient of families, who get to struggle with the jet-lagged zombie that emerges through the yawning doors at… Continue reading Vancouver, the town that helped vanquish my vicious jet lag
After a long, emotion-filled love/hate relationship with Facebook, during which time I maintained three different profiles, I stepped away from it all several months back. And, honestly, most of the time I don’t miss it at all. Sometimes, though, when in need of a good old laugh, I wish I could just log on and troll… Continue reading You can’t fix stupid but you can ROFL at it
Is it possible that these two teens, as delightful as they are, could really transform their faces into something as spine-chilling as this. Clearly, they could… and with no effort at all.
A few weeks ago a large chunk of the church went away on our annual family camp. While there I took this photo of three of the baby boys “enjoying” each other’s company. How would you caption this hilarious pic?
It’s hard to describe this child and all that she means to me. She’s ridiculously funny, but also incredibly caring. It is going to be difficult to say goodbye to many people when I eventually leave Canuckistan but my favourite, hilarious, three-year-old will be one of the most difficult. Here’s the dirty-faced clown, who is always up… Continue reading The three-year-old with a face for theatre
So, seriously, Canuckistan, with all its political correctness, confuses me. Almost daily. And then this evening, while attending graduation here in town, I went in search of a bathroom and found this door (below). And that just sent my brain into a spiral, ultimately solving nothing for my burning bladder. So what is an “Opposite Gender Room”… Continue reading Huh?
When the granddaughter asks to paint your nails, and then to paint hers, you just go with it … Well, he does anyway. I wouldn’t. I don’t like scary movies.
My name is Robin. I’m 44-years-old; single; never married; nursing a frozen heart for so long I barely remember when last it was not. Frozen. But in 2013 I fell in love. Painfully; unexpectedly; hardly. I’ve never told anyone this because, well, most people just wouldn’t understand. I have friends and family that would have… Continue reading Only true love can melt a frozen heart
The most obvious winter sport for me to have tried (apart from hockey and ice-fishing) would have to be skiing. Not the cross-country type, which involves gliding gracefully along beautifully manicured tracks. No, I’m talking terrifying, eye-watering, hair-raising downhill (skiing) … I have skied once before – as an 18-year-old exchange student, when I was… Continue reading If you aint crashing, you aint skiing
As you can imagine, I don’t do baby photos very often. But this past week I did a shoot for a couple of their two-week-old baby – photos they could send to friends and family in time for Christmas. I asked Elissa to go along as muse, but of course, there was no way I… Continue reading A new Anne Geddes in the making?
If you’ve known me for a while you will know that I actually cover very few topics here. Obviously my photography is my most-blogged-about subject, and then we have the posts about my relational challenges and failings. So, if these kinds of things irritate you, stop reading now! You have been warned. You probably also… Continue reading Of set-ups and the pressure of finding a good wife