Sue took some great photos in Bermuda and she'll be uploading them pretty soon. But I just wanted to take a moment to share some of my favorites - of her. She is the photographer - and that means I have no idea how to work her camera. I just switch it to "Automatic" and take my photo.
In the past, Sue has gotten on me because I can never seem to take a good photo of her. In fact, I captured the strangest - most bored expression on her face in Bermuda a few years back. I know she had a good time - yet her face told another story - at least for a quick moment.
So - to make up for it - here's a photo I took of her in Atlantic City the day before we left for our cruise.
Of course, I still got to have some fun. Each year that we've gone to Bermuda, it has been our pleasure to meet the Town Crier. One of the activities he leads is the "Ducking ceremony" in which he dunks one of the town's notable gossips into St. George's Harbor. This is a re-enactment of a punishment they actually used in Bermuda's early days. The offender is given a sign to wear which indicates their crime. I simply asked the Crier if I could get a photo of Sue and him together. The sign was his idea!
These photos were taken today, December 21, 2009. Presley is growing like a weed! She is 13 weeks old and has learned sit, give me your paw and lie down. Her greatest joy in life is to find a tag - it doesn't matter what kind of tag - and chew on it (the one underneath the sofa, the one on the edge of my blanket/throw and the one on her favorite stuff toy). We are having fun watching her discover her world as it exists within our home. Our lives are full of puppiness.
She may be growing like a weed, but it's a small weed. She is pretty good about taking care of 'business' right away when we go outside. She also has developed a need to have to run over to my mums and pluck the flower heads off before we go back inside. Leaves are one of her favorite toys when outside and she loves to find small sticks and carry them around. She also has the urge to herd Chuck whenever she can. She knows she was born to boss somebody around and she has decided it should be him.
Gombays marching toward St. George's town square. There are whistles blowing, drums beating, people cheering - and your heart is pounding. The costumes represent the African influence in Bermuda culture.
It was announced that one of the dancers has been a part of the troop for more than 40 years. I didn't know at the time I took this picture that this was that person. As the troop was leaving this man leaned in toward Chuck's video camera, lifted his face mask and told us he was the one. Amazin.
