Shut Up, Canice
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Chibougamau, Pt. 3
Juani, 2, 3, MySpace pose! This is the first night of the camp. She got a hold of some masking tape and made me write out for her “Canice is my best friend” and then stuck it to her shirt. Maggan, little sister to Darcy (see last post) and littler sibling to April (picture to…
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Chibougamau, Pt. 2
Darcy, Jayden and Isaiah get their egg salad on. Inexplicably, these kids love their mayo and hard-boileds. A bit of je ne sais quoi. My mom was in charge of cooking for almost 30 people, staff and kids combined. Pretty huge undertaking, and the food was always good. Daily grocery trips ran into the hundreds,…
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Chibougamau
Peter is 10 years old. It was his first time at the camp. In the first week of July I went up to Chibougamau, a town in northern Quebec – a 16 hours drive from Toronto and a town seemingly closer to the Hudson Bay than my preferred sort of civilization. I helped my family…
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Postcards from Coney Island
These are pretty much the last of my New York photos. If I find more worth posting, they will be eventually (I would have said there were more, but mysteriously, a folder containing more photos from Red Hook, Brooklyn has disappeared). The (in)frequency of my blogging has been detrimentally affected by the disappearance of an…
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Coney Island, Pt. 4
There’s probably an official name for this, but basically just off the main strip of Coney Island’s boardwalk, a congregation of peeps were gathered to celebrate freedom and mourn those that died when slave ships crossed over to America. I witnessed many people in t-shirts demanding reparations for slavery, and equal numbers of curious onlookers.…
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