DALE NEEDS

My daughter just Googled "Dale needs..."

Apparently I need to be recognised by the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame!!!

Move over Pete Townshend...

ROFL!

WHO IS THAT MASKED MAN?

She's a woman!

And she's me...

This was taken on my birthday where everyone sang Happy Birthday to me in Taynton Bowl.

Yippee!

TAYNTON BOWL

This photo was taken during one of my Chicks on Sticks sessions in February.

It is along the trail that follows the spine of the bowl, where we have to take our skis off and hike. That is me on the left.

The direction we took that day was to drop into the clear area behind us and down.

What a rush!

SUNDAY SPRING SKIING

We are having our coffee before the fire this fine Sunday morning.
The children are still dreaming, nestled in their soft warm beds, but soon they will awake to greet the day.

The night came upon us, crisp and clear, with a million flickering stars set into a moonless sky. This morning has dawned with the promise of warm sun upon the snow.

What an excellent opportunity to take in an afternoon of spring skiing!

I couldn't resist this photo...

At least the arrows are pointed in opposite directions!

JENNY BENNY (or God drives a boom truck...)

Yesterday, my younger daughter, Jenny, arrived home from skiing a few minutes before I got home from work.

She met me at the door, her big blue eyes open wide.
"Mum, I think there's going to be a thunderstorm!", she exclaimed breathlessly.

"Why do you think that?", I responded - puzzled.

"Well", she began, "there was a man in a big truck who came to the door and said that our power might be out for about ten minutes"...

SPRING SONGS

I awoke the other morning to the season's first robins warbling their welcome to daybreak.
For me, that is the true sign of spring.

At this time of year the temperature still dips below freezing at night.
The robins remain hidden until the ground thaws and the worms surface between the tiny new blades of grass.

The geese have launched their V's northward and I can hear their voices as they pass overhead.
Before long, at sunrise and sunset, I will be able to hear the cacophony from a thousand avian throats rising from the reedy lakeshore, posing as bookends to the lengthening days.

As the cool spring breeze creeps through my bedroom window, the sound of the birds' raucous callings will greet my ears as I rest upon my pillow.

I can only imagine that they are celebrating creation and new life!




We live in the Rocky Mountain Trench in an area sometimes known as The Serengeti of the North.
It is a wildlife corridor and wetlands, as well as a migration route and sanctuary for hundreds of species of birds, especially waterfowl.

FULL MOON TONIGHT

In celebration of the current full moon, I have posted this piece of artwork.

After reading the book Moon: The Life and Death of a Rock Legend, I literally felt compelled to do this sketch of Keith.

This was my first attempt at a human portrait.

BETH ROCKS

These two photos are of our teenaged daughter, Beth, when she competed in the British Columbia Provincial Finals Ski and Snowboard Race.
The event was held over three days at our local ski hill.

Beth's high school team came in second in the snowboard division and third overall.
There were sixteen teams from different schools across the province and the competition was tough.

One other item that added to the excitement, was that this race was being held at the same time the Canadians were racking up the medals at the 2006 Winter Olympics in Italy.

We were very proud when Beth came home with ribbons, prizes and several medals draped about her neck!


By the way, "Beth Rocks" is Beth's blogging name...

I am blogging now and why I am not responsible...

RACHEL MADE ME DO IT!




Ha Ha Ha !

CLIMBING THE WALLS

These photos, taken in July of 2003, are of my two youngest children on the climbing wall at the ski hill.

The top photo is of Jenny and the lower one is of Bobby.

Gotta love my little mountain climbers!

PETE...

This is another one of my favourite photos of Pete.

I want to be the little horsey/giraffe guy...



Pete is noticeably absent from my weekends, now.

I miss visiting his blog and reading a new chapter of his novel every week.
I miss the chat back and forth between the bloggers.
I miss seeing Pete's comments to us.

His blog is quiet now.

It's like walking the halls of school long after the last bell.
...silent echoes and faded voices...


It was a joy, Mr. Townshend...

'twas a joy!

OUT OF THE ATTIC

I am feeling blue because I am unable to watch Rachel, Pete, Mikey and the gang In The Attic.

Firstly, I have to work...
The computer at my workplace is fine on which to watch Towser TV, but when I am there I am otherwise occupied.

Secondly, I am unable to view it on my own computer at home, because I do not have high speed Internet.
Although I do have access to DSL in my area, my computer is old and has too little memory to run all the programs needed.

I feel like I am stuck between a rock and a hard place.

So, if anyone reads this, please feel sorry for me...

Just kidding!

I am thankful and consider myself extremely fortunate to be involved with Rachel's and Pete's projects to the extent that I am!