Yellow, more yellow...

When you grow up in Canada, you start hearing pretty young about how boring the prairies are... Well, I hope this picture will help dispel this myth. As soon as we came out of Ontario into Manitoba, everything turned yellow. I mean, 360 degrees of pure yellow, as far as the eye could see. The environmentalist in me was appalled at this manifestation of monoculture, but the aesthete in me was thinking: canola, more canola! I suppose we were quite lucky to be there while it was flowering... So I can't pronounce myself on how the prairies look during other times of the year. If you have to go there, make sure you plan you trip mid-August... As for where to find the canola, believe me, you'll realize what a dumb question that is when you get there...

Hey Mr. Rock, say hi to your mother for me...

I just love Whiterock... When we go to the West Coast, every night that's not already booked we usually end up there. It's a really cheesy place when you think about it, with touristy shops and overpriced restaurants, but we don't care. Aaron's happy 'cuz he can smell the ocean (I can't), and I'm happy 'cuz we bump into people like this... I mean, this guy was from another planet, surely. Just hangin' out with rocks. And I thought I was the only person who did that! I'm nowhere near as talented with them, this guy looked like he made a living doing this... I would've asked him, but he was in such a trance I didn't want to bother him. Plus, he looked kind of scandinavian, I'm pretty sure he didn't speak english... Now, that's one phrase you never find in foreign language guides: "I really love what you do with rocks".