July 1, 2014
I’m not a photographer. I know this for certain because today I brought my camera to capture our community Canada Day celebration, the one event our friends and neighbours make an effort to attend every year, and I forgot to take pictures.
Our favourite part, as Eilish put it, is the parade. A parade where there are more participants walking, biking, or driving along the parade route than there are spectators watching it. The parade where all you need to enter is dress in something vaguely Canadian (red and white anything will do). The parade where the prize categories are invented based on who shows up to muster at the dog park.
I had every intention of photographing the parade, the dignitaries and creatives who participated in it, the cheerful spectators, the post-parade festivities at the rowing club afterwards—a huge undertaking run entirely by volunteers.
I must have been soaking up the fun and the rays because I’ve got little in variety of photos and more than a little sunburn on my décolletage.
I’ll try better next year, but will likely fail then too because I’ll be too busy eating ice cream and watching the kids run the egg-and-spoon race.
Happy Canada Day!