How pert and ripe and red thou truly art -
To think I ravished once thy counterpart!
Which limp, bedraggled, faintly blushed
As new-made bride brought home from super-mart!
But Thee! Thy passion unrestain'd red
Drives thy diffident rival from my head!
Yours is maturity of taste refined
Compared to school-girl: mild and under-read.
Ne'er more mine eye shall take delight in form
So falsly plumped and waxed (but travel-worn).
Thy true beauty shall delight my senses:
Be but my tomato and I'll be newly-born.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Alaskan August!
Dad took us fishing several times and it was with little suprise that I caught nothing... (I have yet to catch a fish in Alaska - or anywhere else really - to this day). Below is them fishing in the brave line of stubborn (ahem, "persistant") fishermen, and then me "fishing." When I didn't go, they were successful so I think that says something about my fish-related karma which has completly run over my dogma of "If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try again," leaving in its wake the replacement "Always fish with a good book or a stick of dynamite when available."


(From left to right is Rodney, Dan, Mom, and Vanya.) Mom caught the biggest fish :-)
Below are family pictures - everyone had grown up quite alot in the past year (well, except for Mom and Dad!!) and it was hard to say good-bye to both them and Alaska yet again.
Some of the Denali wildlife suprised in their natural habitats while foraging for berries.

Ali and Becky going for a "swim" in a very cold stream...

And Mom and Dad using Dad's new environmentally-friendly push mower!
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