Weekly Photo Challenge: The Sign Says


This was a good one

This week’s photo challenge is “The Sign Says.” I have to deeply apologize for my dark and twisted sense of humor (I do warn you, though,  on my About page). I am a fan of stick figures in peril. In fact, when I find a good one I will contribute to the Stick Figures In Peril Flickr group.  This was an interesting one I saw in Paris on top of Norte Dame. I believe the message is (as I interpreted it): “Climbing the rickety stairs to the bell could cause you to fall to your death.” And, indeed, it prevented me from climbing the stairs to the bell.

Free Books! All Summer Long!!

Books, Music, Art, Movies

ImageAllow me, for a moment, to put on my Librarian hat. I want to tell you about an incredible resource I learned about today. It is for teens, but adults (and parents of teens) might be interested, as well!

It is called SYNC and they offer two YA audio books each week for free download. The books are only available for a week at a time. However, once downloaded they are yours to keep.
I downloaded this week’s books very easily on my iPhone this morning. I navigated to http://www.audiobooksync.com/  on my iPhone’s browser and was able to download the books into my Overdrive Media app (you have to have Overdrive installed on your computer or smart phone to listen).

This week’s books are Of Poseidon by Anna Banks and Shakespeare’s The Tempest.

The pair of books each week compliment each other. One is a popular YA title, the other is a classic.

I don’t know if this is available to people outside of the U.S. (trying to find out at the moment.)

I was really excited to find out about this! I hope you are too. Enjoy!

Wayback Wednesday



Here we are, again, with my Granny Mary’s side of the family. This is Will Boucher, my grandmother’s father. I mentioned him a couple of weeks ago. Remember how I talked a little bit about how I thought his death was not accidental? .I had a conversation with my cousin this past weekend who is quite a bit older than me and had conversations with these people while they were still alive. He remembers my great grandmother telling him that her husband was murdered. It was made to look like an accident, apparently, and there was nothing that my great grandmother could do about it.

Will is the one standing on the left. His brother, on the right, is Joseph. Mary Hebert (pronounced A-Bear) is their mother and is sitting in front. Amable Boucher is their father and is in the picture on the stand.

The camera that started it all



When I was a little girl my Uncle Will gave me this camera.* It was always one of my prized possessions. I kept it in the box among my special things and I’d take out out every now and then to marvel at it. I would only look at it though because I didn’t want to break it. I would look at it and put it back in the box. In 2009 I finally ventured a bit further and pulled a lever. Out came the bellows. I then thought that, perhaps, I could actually use it to take photos. And so the seed was planted. My obsession with film photography and old cameras can begin with this moment. The moment the bellows of this camera opened.

I did a bit of research and found that I could purchase 127 film so I did. I bought a roll of color and a roll of black and white from B&H. I then researched who could develop 127 film. I found cool little lab in Portland who did business by mail order (I was living in Spokane at the time and had no clue I would move to Portland in a few months). I was all set! But then I was reluctant to use it and the film and camera sat for years, again in that place where I keep all of my special things. This time I was afraid to load the film. 127 film is roll film and I had no idea in the world what to do with it when I got it. I didn’t want to accidentally expose anything.

The film expired. Then, the only place that manufactures 127 black and white film stopped production on it. I moved to the Portland area a few months later and became a frequent customer of the cool film lab and camera shop that I found while doing research in Spokane (they sold me my Holga and even showed me how to load the film).

Still, it took me 4 years to finally use this camera. I loaded it up with the color film a few weeks ago (Portra 160) and took it out with me on a walk. It was not scary at all. It felt a lot like using the Holga except smaller and sturdier. It was a fun little camera to shoot with!

Unfortunately, the shots didn’t turn out very well. They are all mostly blurry due to camera shake. But live and learn. I have a few more rolls to play with (stocked up on that discontinued film) and I will get out there again.

Here are a couple of shots that turned out kind of ok.


* This past weekend when we were talking about it my mom said, “I always wondered why my brother gave you that camera. It seemed so random. He must’ve had a premonition that you would be interested in photography.” But I wonder if the camera is what made me interested in photography in the first place…