1985
I can't begin to describe how the melancholy of nostalgia pours through me with this photograph. Captured at The Wee Irishman's wedding at Riding Mountain National Park in Manitoba in 1985 this event also captured a reunion of sorts as it brought this group back together after several years of working for the same radio station up until about a year before this shot. It was a time of incredible friendship -- of the sort I've never repeated -- reduced now by time and distance to regular email contact or the occasional drive-by, cross-country visit.
FYI, the evening ended with the next day's light and my cleaning up spilled Bloody Marys with the tux "'cause it's a rental." Glad I didn't have to bring the penguin suit back and glad I would have been safely back in Alberta when whomever did return it did the returning :)
posted by Heipel at
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I know I didn't know the today-you when we were a terrible threesome, Twyla, you and I didn't know anything about ourselves or each other.
But I truly believe we did know ourselves as we related to each other. The three of us loved each other.
For a short two month span. I keep trying to type how it was to me then but know I'm dipping into my (ha) maturity now in describing it, but still Steve lovely, it was amazing lights in the evening as we either were at the pool or driving around... it was amazing lights wasn't it? I think the evening sun-setting seduced Twlya. Driving, driving. Evening shadows. Dark, dark greens.
Meeting new people. When you met the Wingham gang... I don't know. I guess I was gone. You were accomodating Janet. I really don't know.
Even though I'd love to know...
Why do I get mushy when I read/view your blog, see your pictures?
You're still original, intelligent, talented, humorous.
Refreshing to point to someone and say... he is as he always was.
Actually, that's pretty amazing.
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