Experimenting with the camera

Here are some more pics from my walk in Wanakena. This is the Oswegatchie River which usally has a dark brown color. Surprisingly on the walk I could see the bottom of the river. The water was very low for this time of year. I am standing on the bridge looking down.

I think that this picture of my mother and son is precious. I am going to make a large copy and frame it for my mother. In black and white of course. I like the shadows of the trees on the road.

My skills in baking most of the time depend on the ingredients that I have in my pantry. I tend to look through my numerous cookbooks and find recipes that I have the ingredients for, and ones that aren't to difficult. I prefer cooking to baking. Maybe that is why I like Rachel Ray. I don't have the patients to measure exact, so in cooking I can eyeball things. This is however one of my baking endevours, blueberry coffee cake that I made for a co-workers birthday. It was yummy and very easy. I used frozen blueberries.

Wanakena walk

I am glad that my parents (who winter in the warmth), are finally home. They live in Wanankena, which is the most unique town. My son mother and I went for a wonderful walk on Friday morning, I was playing with some of the settings of my camera.

This is a view from the car bridge that leads to the south shore of Wanakena. As a kid we used to wade and hop from rock to rock to get to the island.

The foot bridge which is a historical monument. This is the view from the beach.

It is so relaxing when I go to my hometown. I just love Wanakena. I know other people would as well. My son never wants to leave because he can go for walks and never has to hold my hand because there is no traffic.

Hockey

Well I would like to start by saying that I like to be a hostess. This Saturday, my husband and I are hosting a pre-game party for the Titans men hockey league. A Barbecue type shindig. I hope that weather is nice because our deck is huge and people can filter outside, if we are lucky some horseshoes. I will hopefully remember to pick up my camera and get some photos.

two days

I was working this past weekend, so my son spent some time at his grandma's. When I got home last night to my surprise after not seeing him for two days, he spoke in two word sentences. "Read book". I could not believe my ears. It is amazing how fast Jack learns. Toddlers are like a sponge. He is also starting to be a copy cat. Trying to do everything that I do. I am glad I have two days with him, to see what other new things he learned.

boiling point

Today I reached my boiling point. Sometimes my emotions are like hot water on the stove, slowly bubbles build on the bottom and roll to the top. I have always been this way, sometimes I have cried at the most inopportune times. So I was feeding my son lunch today reading a magazine about finding friends, really close ones. I started to cry, my son was confused. But just the act of letting tears out already was starting to make me feel better. In the middle of my crying jag, my son dumping applesauce all over the 2nd outfit of the day, my brother in law walks in.
"What's wrong?"
sniff sniff
"Oh nothing, something in my eye", I reply. Then a caravan of people showed up at my house. I had to tuck my boiling emotions back down. When they all left, back to me, my applesauce covered toddler and tissues. I decided that these sometimes monthly crying jags are needed but that after I cry, it is time to move on. So to the store I went to get a baby shower gift, then for a 4 mile walk with friends to vent. I am feeling much better, but I find it odd that there is actually a point were I can feel the crying build in my throat and I say to myself, just cry you will feel better, move on and start a new pot of water on the stove.

recipe search

I am constantly looking for new recipes to cook. I subscribe to Taste of Home, I watch food network but then I realized, I have a whole cupboard full of cookbooks that I can't even enjoy. Why do you wonder why I can't enjoy them, because I realized today that the cupboard is a mess. So with the help of my son, (who just sat there and looked through my cookbooks), I reorganized my cookbook cupboard. I know have a box with clippings and hand written recipes that I want to try. I have a book that I call the Family Recipe Book. Ever since I have been living on my own I have tried new recipes. If I try a recipe and my family likes I write it in the book. Someday maybe someone will enjoy my collection.

On my walk around our yard today I was playing with my camera. This is our woodpile. Funny thing is we haven't used the woodstove in 2 years.

I realized while I was snapping pics today that I have great pics of my husband and son. The only pictures of Jack and I, are when he was first born. On the other hand I don't really like having my picture taken. But if Jack ever wants to look back at his childhood, there will be no pictures of him and I. I guess it is time for me to get the timer figured out and to locate my tripod.

something new

I have never been a writer. In fact I have felt the more I write about my life, the more it fell apart. As a child I had many a diary that had the first few pages filled in but never finished. But what can I say I am bored and been inspired by friends (thanks Laura). So cut me some slack I am new at this.