There’s always a camera sitting beside me at work, whether it’s the Nikon DSLR, or the point-and-shoots (Canon A520 and Panasonic Lumix DMC-FZ1), because the light over the ocean keeps changing and I don’t want to be caught without a camera when it looks interesting.
This is what it looked like this afternoon:
And a little earlier:
It’s times like this I really miss my little apartment on the beach. It’s still there, but someone else lives in it and I’m sure is paying A LOT more rent than I did.
Well, it’s high time I saw more of the Atlantic, anyway. 2009 is the year I’m finally going to make it to Prince Edward Island.
The weather’s been typical West Coast autumn/winter lately, a mix of clouds and rain with some brief spells of sun. I’m not complaining, though, because the temperature’s been hanging around 10C during the day and I don’t have to worry about slipping on ice or wearing gloves. I can handle rain, and it doesn’t require much extra clothing, either.
It’s not all drab wet concrete downtown, however, there are Christmas light displays around the city centre and I shot the annual one at St. Paul’s Hospital on the way home on Sunday night:
Few human phenomena seem to stir up a wide range of emotional reactions in people quite like child prodigies. People express everything from admiration, jealousy, respect, mistrust of the children’s parents, wonderment, and maybe in some cases fear. Because, let’s face it: people fear what they don’t understand. To some people this much talent and skill this early in life is a little alien, a little freaky. I came across comments about this video mostly denouncing this girl’s skill, and I made myself stop reading before I got sucked into the sinkhole of negativity. (Comment fields under internet articles attract net-jerks like bees to flowers.)
I am always amazed to see child prodigies in their element, but these sorts of blessings can be curses, too. I wonder if their little personalities can take the extra heat they’ll feel in other competitive areas, or if they’ll be able to absorb harsh words from their own peers uttered in a misguided attempt to tip the power balance their own way. Will they become jaded, or arrogant? Will their parents help them be well-adjusted or end up exploiting them? People can be cruel, they can bully, and I wonder if sometimes child prodigies wish they could trade in their gift(s) to be just like everyone else.
On the way to the ice show with Melissa on Sunday:
“Did you bring your camera, Melissa?”
“No, I forgot.”
“That’s OK, they actually don’t allow photography, anyway.”
“Why not?”
“Because then people might sell their photos, but Disney won’t get that money.”
“But what if they double pinky swear that they won’t sell the photos?”
(laughing) “I don’t think Disney would accept that… but what exactly does double pinky swear mean?”
“It means that a person is trustworthy.”
“Does double pinky swearing actually work as a promise?”
“In my class it does.”
There you go, Disney. Let us take photos (*cough*cough*) and we’ll double pinky swear we won’t sell them.
The last couple of mobile phone entries give no explanation as to why I would willingly subject myself to not one but TWO viewings of Disney’s “High School Musical: The Ice Tour” in a single weekend. I know — how on earth did that happen?
Weeks ago I bought tickets for Maddy and me to see HSM on Sunday at 4:30pm, but last week I started wondering if I could do better than the Lower Blue section at the Pacific Coliseum. So I kept an eye out for better tickets on Craigslist (all gone), and took the plunge on Friday morning to buy VIP tickets (Row 2) for Saturday and put the Sunday tickets on Craiglist. Then I thought about it some more, and decided to take Melissa on Sunday because she really wanted to go, too. This way I would keep my promise to take Maddy out on her own. As for my dislike of Disney: I sucked it up. Big-time.
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