March 18, 2012 – Big Sky over Vancouver
18 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
in art, House and Home, Photos, Weather Tags: panorama, photo, photography, sky, Vancouver, weather
March 18, 2012 | Big Sky over Vancouver
It appears that something tumultuous is going on there, weather-wise, in Vancouver.
Panorama taken with Photosynth for iPhone, edited in Photoshop on my Mac. Photosynth seems to only save low quality versions of files, which is disappointing. I think it would be fun to take a bunch of panorama photos from your neighbours’ balconies, and giclee them to canvas for the living room walls that aren’t windows. Voila! Instant awesome.
*EDIT*: March 19th – I think I may have found something better. Autostitch app for iPhone gives better resolution (check it out if you’ve got one of those godly big monitors like mine…much better than the dinky Photosynth business above!). Here is another version where 3 pictures were taken using the normal iPhone camera (could’ve gotten wider angle but wasn’t thinking of it at the time) then stitched using Autostitch, then edited on-phone for colour using the sunset setting and thick black border using the Camera+ app. You can use the Autostitch app to take pictures too but I didn’t have that app last night, now did I?
March 18, 2012 | Big Sky over Vancouver | Autostitch for iPhone & Camera+
You probably don’t need to be told, but click on the thumbnail to load full size for full effect.
I like it. 
My apartment gets awesome sunsets…many more big sky photos to come this year!
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Dirty Laundry Drama
06 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
in Funny, House and Home Tags: chocolate, cleaning, clothes, home, house, laundry, pockets
Dirty Laundry Drama
Somebody’s in trouble…
Day 2 of Being Husbandless
22 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment
in Being a Woman, House and Home, Love and Marriage
No, nothing catastrophic happened. He’s just away on a weekend trip with the boys. But it has been interesting to see what happens when I am allowed to revert to what I am, away from an other.
I have sat around at home.
I haven’t done the dishes.
I haven’t talked much.
I only cook what I want, when I want.
I…really need to shower.
Good God it’s lonely.
So he’ll be back today and I’m sure he’ll have many fun stories to tell (and some that can probably never be told). And I’ll miss my weekend of bachelorettedom. But there will be another time. Perhaps next time I’ll even go do something productive.
So to each one of you reading this, I wish you an other, a someone:
Someone who inspires you every day.
Someone you wake up with each morning.
Someone you can wake up before each morning.
Someone you can wake up when they’re late for work.
Someone who gives good hugs.
Someone who is kind to you.
Someone who makes cool stuff.
Someone who is always excited to tell you about the cool stuff he/she is making.
Someone whom you can talk to.
Someone with whom you can be sad.
Someone with whom you can be what nobody else knows you are.
Of Flux and Dreams
08 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in Being a Woman, Dreams, House and Home, Love and Marriage, Peculiarly Awesome
“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep, because reality is finally better than your dreams” – Dr. Seuss
Usually the best dreams come when my hormones are in a state of flux. Of course, sometimes this fluctuating hormone situation manifests itself as 1.) female hysteria, or 2.) really slow fuzzy minded incapacity to make even the smallest rational decisions or put together a decent sentence, both of which could be attributed, in most ways, to #1.
Well, hell. Bring on the flux.
I seem to intermittently blog about this every so often (yes, redundant wording, I know), but when one wakes up from something fucking amazing one can barely help typing it all out to get it all out and rejoice and bask in the sensory overload before it disappears forever. Dreams: Fucking Awesome Nonsense Extreme Realities. So yes, the dreams part of it is fucking amazing. Things happen in vivid technicolour, a singular old couch becomes the meeting place for every and all for an impromptu picnic, love happens, book characters manage to work themselves into the flux (yes, I do believe Arthur Dent and Fenchurch may have been there, flying through the night), the Canucks are amazing people and players, people come and go and are met with great fun, style, and curiosity, great pains are taken with small measurements, chicken breasts get cooked with a clothes iron (do try the steam shot function!), and all sort of ridiculous marvelous otherwise than perfectly usual nonsense.
Then I wake up.
Sometimes it’s a real letdown.
But today, I woke up to a plate of pancakes on the bed and James Blunt blaring on the living room stereo and a funny husband who made both happen, who then laughed and danced and loved with me.
So sometimes life happens in Technicolour too.
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