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alex's life book

  • In early 2006, I began creating a life book for my daughter, Alex. Click here for links to articles describing my experience.
  • And for those of you who are more digitally inclined, in late 2006, I recreated key pages of Alex's lifebook for an article I wrote for AlphaMom, using Scrapblog.

    You can see the final digital result (and leave comments, if you'd like!) here.

what's been on my nikon lately

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Whistlervillage
Whistler Village

Hello, from Whistler!

I know what you're thinking: those of you who are familiar with Whistler know that it's one of the premiere skiing spots in the world. "But Karen," you're saying, puzzled, "why go to Whistler in the summertime? Surely there's no snow?"

No, my little kumquats, there's no snow. You forget, however, that my husband is an avid mountain biker. And as it turns out, when the snow disappears from the Canadian Rockies, the skiers leave, and the bikers come...

Bikerun


...in droves.

Bicycles

Cyclist


Marcus has been walking around in a state of stunned euphoria -- it's like he's spent his whole life searching for This Very Spot. Even now, back at the hotel, I can't peel him from the window, where he's watching cyclist after cyclist travel up the gondolas with their bikes, risking life and limb to come down the side of the mountain. He's watching some of them launch themselves to breathtaking heights, before sticking perfect landings. He's been silent, save for the occasional "oooh!" as someone succeeds (or fails) in pulling off a particularly good (or bad) somersault. And when he saw an ambulance making its way down the mountain, lights going, I thought he almost peed himself with excitement.

Me, I'm less impressed: the whole town feels like it's a reunion of every stoner I ever knew in high school. Now, before those of you who mountain bike get your padded shorts in a twist, understand that I am not suggesting that all mountain bikers are stoners -- remember, I married one. Besides, I'm perfectly willing to concede the possibility that the long hair, baggy clothing and slightly dazed look in their eyes mask an intellect that would intimidate Albert Enstein himself. I'm open-minded like that.

And Alex? Well, I think this photograph clearly establishes which parent influences her more:

Exuberant

Yes. I'm worried.

Comments

Woo Hoo! Great pics Karen! I used to live in Vancouver and Whistler is definitely one of my fave places. I've never seen it without snow - tres cool.

I love love love that pic of Alex. So extremely cute, it's killing me! I can see why you're worried, though. :-)

Oh these photos are beautiful. Beautiful Beautiful. You are a fabulous photographer.
Sorry but I didn't read your blog...was too blown away by the pictures.

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