Stonehenge

Time for the boys to get back to work. Here's a promo.

The Drach of Night

Fellow RPer gets another treatment.

Want To Irritate Your Mother-In-Law?

Want your in-law on your case? Just spend the weekend shooting her from every angle and in various stages of dress. We have been very fortunate to be the recipient of her ability to bake the best loaf of bread in the world so to have a little fun, I did up this ad for Robin Hood Flour. To her chagrin it's on our desk top as well. Sorry Nan.

Nanny Cam

Nanna is in town this week and took this shot at Jon's T Ball game. The skies open up shortly after this pic was taken.

Glynmill Inn

I do miss Friday nights in my home town. After a few pops at the house it was off to the place where I could settle in for the evening. We could smoke in lounges then and I was a pack a day man. I remember making my way up the six or seven steps to the front door and entering the lobby of the Tudor style inn. To the left was the front desk and the smiles of the busy but friendly staff and due left of that was the large double doors to King Henry's Tudor Lounge. In the winter months, my specs would fog up as I entered causing me to remove them and enter the smoky bar blind. Despite my lack of eye site I could recognize the usual suspects in their usual places. My place was at the end of the bar near the juke box or if I was lucky, the table beside it. It was a good vantage point as you could see all late comers as they arrived. Within a matter of minutes the beer was flowing and the conversations were growing lively. I would treasure a good argument or a funny story and being as we were Newfoundlanders, there was no worries about not being fulfilled. My poison was always Dominion Ale unless it was payday when Bass Ale was my suds du jour. Flo and Bess made absolutely sure that your glass was never empty. They were the best. They were bar keeps that you never forgot to tip or to thank. I hope they're well. The Tudor Lounge holds a very special place in my heart for another reason. It was there in 1988 that I ran into a dear friend who only two years later would become my wife. Pam and I still pop in when we go home but alas all has changed. Flo and Bess are no longer there and the hotel made the grim error of moving the lounge to the lower level where there is no atmosphere what so ever. Such a shame. Anyhow, I aged this photo because it represents a time long past. The place looks as good as it ever did but to me it is now only a memory.

Noah, I Want You To Build An Ark................Right!

Remember the Bill Cosby bit? Found this picture of an "ark" on the web and decided to dress it up a wee bit.

Battle In The Skies

An RP lad posted this amazing picture of a bird in flight and it gave me an idea.