Do you ever feel like sometimes you need a holiday after your holiday? It's such a strange thing, I should be blissfully relaxed and grateful for three weeks away. On the last leg of our long flight home yesterday I said to hubbie how surreal it always seems on the way home. Kinda like you never even had a holiday...I had a similar experience at our wedding many light years ago, it was a blur. That is why I love photos, it's a way to take you back to the moments you had, the laughs and fun adventures. Today it is dull and wet and cold in Whistler, I feel completely overwhelmed by unpacking our hoards of stuff. I also am emotionally drained by our sad goodbyes to Georgie and Bruce and by trying to figure out my Mother in Law. In an effort to bring me back to all the great times we had on our holiday to Prince Edward Island and give me a kick in the butt to unpack I'll share a few photos. None have been editted yet but as you will see all the colours in PEI are naturally pure and vivid and touch ups are hardly needed.
We had three weeks without TV, or internet. Just some CD's and lots of games and reading. I came home to mounds of emails...and I brought home bigger mounds of photos. I'll break them up into batches, here are some from the first week on the Island:
Georgie Girl at her 90th birthday party, she was overwhelmed and as cute as ever! I hope one day my great-grandchildren will sing to me like my Liam sings for Georgie.
Bruce wore his fancy party shoes for his sweetie's special day! He cracks me up. Everytime we visit he stuffs me with goodies he hides in his underwear drawer at the old age home where they live. He lost his hearing aid so he's always yelling at me to eat stuff. The best was the day when he offerred mixed nuts...I kept saying "no thanks" then he yelled "Don't you like me nuts Terry?" He realized what he said and turned beet red and we all cracked up. Oh to be 94 and still laugh at yourself, it's great.
There is nothing more blue than a PEI sky on a nice day. I am always moved by the open-ness of the landscape after living in the mountains. The horizon line goes on forever...
There was wheat planted next to the cottage this year and it sounded so nice blowing in the breeze, I struggled to find the right time of day to shoot photos in without huge shadows. I'll send more soon, I need to start tidying up everything I've unpacked before we are all buried alive. It's good to be back.