Lots to see at Fraser Foreshore Park in south Burnaby, BC, this morning. Was taking so many photos that I didn’t get home for lunch until nearly 2:00 pm!
Here are a few shots, may get to posting some waterfowl later. . .
I am a fierce and mighty Bald Eagle, hear me roar! Or, in this case, silently yawn 🙂
A Red-tailed Hawk preening. It was laid back for a hawk, letting me circle its perch several times angling for unimpeded shots through the brush and branches.
With just the two of us this year I’m not making a traditional Ukrainian Christmas Eve supper of 12 meatless dishes.
But you cannot have Ukrainian Christmas without kutya — hard wheat berries toasted and simmered to the point that they’re still a tish crunchy, scalded & ground poppy seeds, chopped walnuts, and honey.
Recently found a few home-developed and enlarged-in-a-bathroom darkroom black & whites in a trunk in the garage. (Most of my early photos were destroyed in a basement flood in the early 1980s . . . .)
Murko and I were bonded.
When I went into hospital for scoliosis surgery in my early teens and was away from home for over a month, my parents said he lost half his body weight in depression.
When I got home, he sat on my body cast 23/24 hours a day.
As Russian politicians and media make increasingly weird comments, what strikes me is their collective mass delusion that anyone would want to invade Russia.
Or wanted to invade Russia, or was a threat to Russia.
Nobody wants to invade Russia. And there, perhaps, lies their angst.
They are not invasion-worthy. Whereas Ukraine, a democratic, freedom-loving nation, would be a juicy totalitarian prize.
Nothing makes the unloved and unenvied more satisfied than bashing others down to their self-perceived level.
