Montreal with Olive, Alice and Sarah, April 2009

Maybe I’ll go to Amsterdam

Or maybe I’ll go to Rome
And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers ’round my room

But let’s not talk about fare-thee-wells now
The night is a starry dome.
And they’re playin’ that scratchy rock and roll
Beneath the matalla moon

water blister...

...resulting from a wart I had burned off

Oh, the work week.

that photo booth, seriously

A l'aeroport.

Ottawa

...and with my sister at the National Gallery



where we saw Snap Judgments: New Positions in Contemporary African Photography - great show.

me

her film debut

I was in a friend's film about ten years ago - maybe more.

I found his site, http://www.stagias.com and the film, called 'Out & About'.

I have such a gentle beauty, as a woman. So serene...like a cameo brooch.

so apparently...

Through my father's mother, Lena Dingwell, I am the great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandson of John Dingwell & Margaret Boyd who came to PEI in 1775 aboard the John & Elizabeth.






Thanks to my cousin B. Dingwell for the geneaology research.

not news or anything

but the Mac Photo Booth is hours of fun