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Saturday, July 28, 2012

Dear Great Britain,

Dear Great Britain,

I miss you. It's been 3 1/2 months since I left you and my heart is sad. Last night I watched you and your people show the world your awesomeness at the Olympic Opening Ceremony. It made me cry. One, because it was beautiful and also because I was very sad to have to be away from you in this most momentous of summers. Missing the Queen's Jubilee was crap enough (she would've passed my building in her boat had I still been there), but this Olympics thing is killing me.

And so, here is a photo heavy ode to the Greatness of Great Britain (and likely the whole of the United Kingdom, but quite honestly I've not been to Northern Ireland yet).

I miss you, Great Britain. I miss your mostly reliable public transport:

tube stop disco

and it's ability to get me where I need to be (more or less) at any time of night or day.

arty cuteness on the bus


I miss the old places and old things. My state was founded in 1848. And while it does boast an imported French chapel that is the oldest building in the country, that's really not the same thing.

milepost

on westminster bridge

such a lovely place


I miss swans. Damn they're pretty. (Swans are a bit of a rarity in these parts).

swans swans swans

they have weird necks

swans = happiness

hello, swan
(I really, really, love swans)


i can never resist a swan photo

yearling swans.

preening #3


I miss ability to say "hey, let's go to a castle today." Castles are the best!

moaty

royal pavilion

stirling castle

hampton court

Stormy clouds at Blackness

edinburgh castle

hever castle moat

wispy skies

Linlithgow Palace
(even the ruined ones are fabulous)


The gorgeous old churches and cathedrals are wonderful too, though I'll spare a thousand photos there.

While I may love me a Jeffersonian Democracy as much as the next person, I have a great warmth for Her Maj. That Liz could teach most politicians a thing or two. Plus, she's more well-dressed than most ladies a third her age.

her maj

god save the sweets


There are so many things, so many beautiful places, so many lovely people I miss while I'm away from you Great Britain, but as it's summer and as it's a year of celebration I bet I'm missing out on happening upon some fantastic Morris dancers. I fucking love watching Morris dancing.

the boat race!

twirly whirly


However, for now I shall have to take comfort in all the things I love about the land where I grew up. There are many. And they are quite different. But I know that God- and the HomeOffice-willing, I shall be back on your rainy and overly-polite shores next summer. Until then, I keep in mind a message you bestowed upon me at the Tate a few years ago.

everything is going to be alright


See you soon(ish),

Friday, July 20, 2012

Pop! Bam! Boom!

Let us now resign ourselves to the fact that in this summer of pre-wedding craziness; this summer of the 1st of 3 moves in 18 months; this summer of general craziness and strange living, that this blog may continue to be a bit silent. It's been 6 weeks since last I checked in. And not because I haven't been up to anything (I most certainly have), but because right now I'm trying to decide on the directions a few things in my life will take - this blog being one of them - and it's been put on the side burner for the time being.

However.

The boy came to Wisconsin for 4th Of July week. Yes, there is irony in that. He is indeed British. But, really, it was the English king that the colonists didn't like. And he wasn't very good to the Scots either. So I think all is well.

After a day and a bit chilling here at my parents' place, we got in the car and drove to the family cabin on Washington Island. My sister, her hubs, and the bebe came too. The weather was superb for nearly the whole week. It was sunny, but breezy. The water was clear and warm and the mosquitos weren't hardly a bother. We relaxed like proper not-quite-as-young-as-we-used-to-be types.


relaxation


We also enjoyed playing with sparklers and long exposures.


Playing with Tinsel
I went a bit wild*


Love Sparkles
He went romantical*


We swam/flounced about in the lovely, bathtub-warm, shallows at the Jackson Harbor Ridges.


Rock Formation
*


Laura on the Lake
*


I think Maia wished I had brought along a dolly swimsuit.


maia in the sunshine


The Scot was very excited for his first proper Independence Day fireworks. We got to the park early to get good spots and everything...


waiting for the fireworks

...and then the one and only big of rain for the week showed up about 15 minutes before showtime. It rained the whole night.

But it was dry on the 5th :)


Big Fireworks
*


Another dry night also meant more fun with things that sparkle and nicer cameras than mine!


L + A
(the heart didn't quite make it)*


Lasso Style
*


I think I could play with sparklers and cameras for days. Definitely something to play with again in the future.

As it always happens, the week ended too soon. The Scot headed back to the East Coast and we won't see each other til late September. 2 1/2 months - the longest we've yet to be apart. Our max has been 6 weeks, and that was crap. We're 2 weeks down, though, and I'm plugging along. In the meantime, I'm keeping myself occupied planning the upcoming nuptials (3 months away!) and getting lots of tiny things made for BlytheCon in Dallas. Dollies! New friends! Shopping! It'll be nearly as fun as fireworks.

* = photo by The Scot