Bree. Being Bree. Again.

Our mascot for the Kispiox trip.

Before we hit Kispiox we played the Alpenhorn in Smithers. Here’s a decapitated Blaine on the stairs behind the pub.

You would have thought it would be warmer out in early summer in Tumbler Ridge, but no, the day Heavy Things played the golf course patio, it was just about freezing. But hoodies and lots of jumping up and down kept Ray warm at least. Here he considers his mic.

This is not my picture. Colette took this one. It’s is from the high school grad. I love this moment.

Here’s one of those regret moments. Last summer, the tree planters were in town, and I was trying to set up a date to go out with them and take pictures, but it never quite worked. Ah well, here is one of the tree planters (yes, she’s a tree planter and not, say, a model) at the church picnic.

Jeremy, at the same grad/convo thingy for the kindergarten class last year.

Aiden, back during the Kindergarden convection, or graduation, or whatever it was they celebrated the last day of school.

Bree being Bree.
