Summer in the lake

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. A home renovation, multiple gigs and a great visit to Ontario are my excuses… what I did get from being away were three fun new illustrations that I created on my iPad Pro using a Procreate, a fantastic digital drawing tool that I’ve just started experimenting with. Below are three illustrations that capture some good times at Lake Huron.

Water football has long been a favourite spectator sport for seagulls.

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Hunting for beach glass is one of life’s simple pleasures.

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We play a game we call “Godzilla” which really just amounts to wresting around in the water, but it’s wicked fun.

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Chocolate eggs and elk poop

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When Easter, April fools and living in the mountains all collide…

The night before the (it really feels like it is the) new year

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We all know the days are long and the years are short, but summer, it just seems to fly by every year. There is a palpable freedom that comes with the summer months, best appreciated during one’s school years. It’s an easy comparison: sitting a desk or riding your bike/going for a hike/eating ice cream in the middle of the day/going to camp/wondering what to do to fill a day… Summer comes and we all take a deep breath to relax and when we release fully September has hit us and the new year starts.

When the kids were young I used to lie awake at night wondering if they’d like their teacher, if their friends would stay their friends, what they’d learn to love, what they’d learn to move on from. Now, with high school a part of our lives and another in middle school I find myself writing this late at night before the first day of school wondering, will they like their teacher, will their friends stay their friends, what will they learn to love and what will they learn to move on from. I guess not much has changed but it feels like the effects of these questions becomes more intense as they get older.

Thanks for the great memories summer 2017. Let’s make some new great memories over the next school year.

Overnight camp. The gift that keeps on giving…

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Granted this happened a couple of days ago but it just feels like we’re getting out from under it now (with a HUGE help from Gramma).

What I said and what I wanted to say…

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Two weeks ago we dropped our kids off at camp, three provinces away, for a month long stay. Today I received a letter from our son and it instantly reminded me of the feelings I had when we said our final goodbyes before leaving him with his cabin mates. Like many boys, he finds being away from home challenging, especially in the evenings. He’s honest and open with his emotions in the lead-up to camp and at the actual drop off (when extra hugs are never ending). I tried to provide a sense of strength and positivity by acknowledging his fears and reminding him of the good times ahead but deep inside, I’m a super softie.