“Oh my god it’s TALKING!” I squeaked as I beamed up at J. Before us a television lit up as strips of white flickered and flashed across its screen. The stripes were being picked up by a camera which was converting their width into soundwaves.
“Yeah I could tell when you figured it out,” J shouted over the din of the crowd exploring the NEoN Festival exhibition, “your face totally lit up”. Continue reading
Pop. Pop. Kipow. Screeeaaachhhh! Pop. Pop. Poppoppopopopopop. Pop……..
The crowd woops and cheers as the announcer jumps to his mike and shouts out a send off. As the crowd thins I gaze over at the empty sky. Something was different about these fireworks. What was it?
“Welcome to the working forest of Tentsmuir,” I read aloud as I skidded to a stop by the sign.
“What so the other forests are unemployed?” J retorted with a grin as she pulled over beside me.
My groan scattered the birds from the trees. Continue reading
I am trapped in those stocks even now, typing away on my little phone to bring you the news…… Continue reading
Kcchhhttt. We interrupt the Bike Journey series to bring you a special presentation on Hallooowweeeennnnn (insert spooky broadcaster voice).
I LOVE Halloween. Like ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ Halloween. Here are some fun things to do for this spooky, ghastly night! Hint: costumes, movies and pumkin carving! Continue reading
It rained, oh it rained. But we were lucky. Up over the next hill, beside a lonely tree, a rainbow dashed across the sky. I broke into a shattered version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow as my bicycle gleefully broke through the puddles splattered across the trail.
“I’m playing puddle-dodger and you’re well… failing!” J piped up as I zigzag across the path.
No I’m succeeding! was all that was going through my mind. I’m hitting every target! Continue reading
We could see the sun. It blazed into our vision, urging us forward as we begged our legs for a few more steps and then a few more. We’d given up on riding to the top, our weary muscles sick of pedalling. The road levelled a touch. It was enough. I leapt on and pedalled for the light.
It broke away into a view that had me gasping… well more.
Back in July the Canadian Court of Appeals decided to cut off the right to vote for about 1.4 million Canadians living abroad. As the October federal election approaches these travellers, who’ve lived abroad for more than five years, just lost their right to have a say.
I’m still within the time limit. And you better believe I’m going to use my vote. Continue reading
The heat hammered the pavement, slamming against our skin from both directions. Leaning forward in my seat I stretched my hand toward our tiny sidewalk table and the glorious beer it bore. The small glass was slick from the moisture gathering on its sides. I clutched it tightly. I’m typically not a huge fan of beer, but I’m quickly learning the drink is a godly reprieve from my advanced melting-into-a-puddle condition. I’m telling you, heat is kryptonite to us Canadians.
Here’s how I toured the city. Comfortably. Continue reading
Hello all! I thought I’d hop into the passenger seat for this post and introduce you to Marvin Beatty, a Canadian photographer based in Castlegar, British Columbia!
This man is surrounded by beauty and he knows it! With his faithful Nikon D70 and two favourite lens—an 18-200mm VR and a 60mm—or his new Canon T5i, Marvin has captured an array of magnificent scenes, which you’ll get to see below! Continue reading
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