Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things...
3 Comments Published by Ster on Saturday, January 26, 2008 at 10:57 AM.
Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires. ~Charles Caleb Colton
my baby picture at birth
A handful of years later: Apparently I'm crossed eyed
Sabrena: munchkin in the front: Dana: Habs jersey. Me: beside grandma
Appently I do this look a lot when I get shy.
Dana (Middle) Sabrena and I.
Me showing dana an invention. Him looking very interested.
Christina (Dana's daugther) showing dana her presents: Dana looking very high.
Sabrena at home with classic 80's art in the background
Sabreana passed out
Benjamin an dChristina
Dana and I joyriding. Sabrena and I not sleeping.
Wipe out
Mom, Dad, Subby, Dana and I
My mom as a baby
My mom as a little girl
Grandma!
Molson Canadian ad with my sister in it.
Subby and I
Subby playing with our step dad
Subby having a bath in the sink
Subby
Subby and maybe her boyfriend. Apparently she was running with the wrong crowds when she was 3.
Subby (her powerband) and me at her b-day party.
Greasy Sabrean putting girls up in her house. She should know better. Where was her mother?
my baby picture at birth
A handful of years later: Apparently I'm crossed eyed
Sabrena: munchkin in the front: Dana: Habs jersey. Me: beside grandma
Appently I do this look a lot when I get shy.
Dana (Middle) Sabrena and I.
Dana
Me showing dana an invention. Him looking very interested.
Christina (Dana's daugther) showing dana her presents: Dana looking very high.
Sabrena at home with classic 80's art in the background
Sabreana passed out
Benjamin an dChristina
Dana and I joyriding. Sabrena and I not sleeping.
Wipe out
Mom, Dad, Subby, Dana and I
My mom as a baby
My mom as a little girl
Grandma!
Molson Canadian ad with my sister in it.
Subby and I
Subby playing with our step dad
Subby having a bath in the sink
Subby
Subby and maybe her boyfriend. Apparently she was running with the wrong crowds when she was 3.
Subby (her powerband) and me at her b-day party.
Greasy Sabrean putting girls up in her house. She should know better. Where was her mother?
Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new... but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design? ~Paracelsus
That was brilliant.
nice job ster..so good to get these pics out there....you write beautifully by the way...i have the book..'the road less travelled'...i will save it for you...i miss you...tonnes of love xma
i found all my directions on blogging..thank goodness...2 pics have disappeared from your blog...you and dana 'joyriding' and another of u and he...alien intervention?...do u not look like the mob ringleader in your birth photo? your fingers even spread to make room 4 the cigar xxxma