Posts Tagged ‘photos by catie’

An update: I want THIS dog

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

Recently, I wrote about the self-imposed canine-less torture of Catie’s and my nomadic lifestyle. It seems that the universe is a regular reader of my blog (and that the universe may be a bit of a cruel tease), as just a few days later Catie and I stumbled upon the most beautiful sweet fluffy white Golden Retriever I have ever met.

Lyon, France (Oct 19, 2010)

Photo taken in Lyon, France on October 19, 2010.

I was taking a photo of a combination lock on an iron gate (as I often do), and I heard Catie from twenty feet off say very calmly but authoritatively, “Dan, I found a Golden Retriever”. I immediately suspected feared foul play, and responded very sternly, “Catie, do not screw with me. Are you lying?” She was not! There was a very excited dog sitting on a stone ledge next to an old building, wagging its tail and staring at the both of us.

I didn’t stop petting that dog for a good twenty five minutes, despite our walking buddies being long gone and even Catie giving up on me (trying not to let the group dissolve permanently). I have no idea whose dog it is, what its name is, or why it was tied up where it was, but I do know that I loved it with all my heart. It was sooo fluffy! (All-time professionalism high for this blog right there, I think.)

Once Catie came back for a third time and finally successfully dragged me away from the new love of my French life, and after she watched me give no less than four desperate adoring glances back to that dog, she said that the next time I look back at her lovingly at the airport before leaving, she isn’t going to feel so special. I told her that on the contrary, she should know now that she should feel especially so.

Lyon, France (Oct 19, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 19, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 19, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 19, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 19, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 19, 2010)

Photos taken in Lyon, France on October 19, 2010.

What to do on 10/10/10?

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

A few days ago, the date was October 10, 2010, otherwise known as 10/10/10. Some people may have thought this was cool, and others may have not cared or noticed. It meant something to me because 10 has been ‘my’ number for a long time. (I guess you could just call it my ‘favorite number’, although I think it has had a bit of a larger role in my life than that phrase might normally suggest.) I felt like I should do something dramatically impressive or fantastic (or at least something repeated ten times) to match the unique coming of this date in my lifetime. That thought was rather self-defeating however, as it put way too much pressure on me and I froze up and simply took an extra hour’s nap in the morning – during which the climactic time of 10:10 AM and 10 seconds unfortunately rolled on by… Woops.

The day was not lost though. In fact, Catie and I met up with some other Alliance Française students in Place Bellecour, and then we all headed up to Parc de la Tête d’Or, which is easily one of the most beautiful destinations in Lyon. I had a great time wandering about the park and taking photos of the first Autumn I’ve seen in two years. Upon looking at our GPS routes of this and our previous visit to the park, I was amazed to find that we still have only seen a very small portion of what it has to offer! Perhaps another tour is in the cards for us this weekend, while it is still relatively hot and there are more orange, yellow, and red leaves than green.

Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)
Lyon, France (Oct 10, 2010)

Photos taken in Lyon, France on October 10, 2010.

Walking in French shoes

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010

Our time in Lyon is going by far too quickly… I think Catie and I are both feeling like there are just not enough hours in the day (nor in the night, I would add). Catie is gulping down French lessons and vocabulary flashcards and pages of Harry Potter (en français, naturellement!) by the bucketful, and I am trying to make serious progress on various programming projects (iPhone apps mostly, at the moment) as well as commit myself to start a few other art projects, and we are both trying to maintain some semblance of a well-kept blog. The problem is, there are just so many things to see and so many foods to eat and so many people to get to know better here in Lyon! I suppose this problem of having too many exciting things to do might be an indication of a fairly good life at present, but it’s proving a bit frustrating and stressful all the same. In any case, Catie and I are putting our feet to good use and walking as much of this great city as we can – recently armed with new French shoes (boots, in Catie’s case)!

Lyon, France (Sep 18, 2010)
Lyon, France (Sep 25, 2010)
Lyon, France (Sep 25, 2010)
Lyon, France (Sep 25, 2010)
Lyon, France (Sep 25, 2010)
Lyon, France (Sep 25, 2010)
Lyon, France (Sep 25, 2010)
Lyon, France (Sep 25, 2010)
Lyon, France (Sep 25, 2010)
Lyon, France (Sep 25, 2010)
Lyon, France (Sep 25, 2010)
Lyon, France (Sep 26, 2010)

Photos taken in Lyon, France between September 18-26, 2010.

Baron(esse)s in the Scottish Trees

Monday, October 11th, 2010

Our second day in Glasgow, Catie and I spent a long time enjoying Kelvingrove Park with Adriane. We spent most of that time up in one tree, resting on branches, watching the sun come out from behind the clouds, and (in my case) taking photos of two pretty Alaskan girls in what seemed for them to be a very natural and comfortable setting. It was a perfect late afternoon, and none of us wanted to give in to the dipping temperatures and come down. It made me long to read Italo Calvino’s “The Baron in the Trees” all over again.

Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Oct 1, 2010)

Photos taken in Glasgow, Scotland on October 1, 2010. Also available in Facebook format.

Finding names at the Glasgow Necropolis

Saturday, October 9th, 2010

One of the most beautiful parts of Glasgow that I was able to see during our limited couple of days there was the Glasgow Necropolis, which is located on a hill just east of St. Mungo’s Cathedral (otherwise known as Glasgow Cathedral). We walked there on our first afternoon just before sunset, which was the perfect time to meander about and enjoy the peace and quiet above the bustling modern city.

While we were there, I kept an eye out (and employed Catie to do the same) for the names Blair and Crawford, the family importance and Scottish history of which my dad had told me about when I informed him we were traveling to Scotland. I felt fairly confident in our ability to accidentally find a few Blairs (admittedly only because I assume it is an old and important name due to Tony Blair, the former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom who was born in Edinburgh, Scotland), and sure enough I did stumble across a couple, but I got excited when Catie also spotted two (in two separate locations, no less) especially old-looking headstones with the name Crawford on them. One was so old and worn that nothing could be made out except for the surname, but the other clearly read the full name of William C Crawford. I will have to talk to my dad again to see if a William C is mentioned anywhere in our family history, and to attempt to firmly establish my status as ‘most devoted son’.

Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)
Glasgow, Scotland (Sep 30, 2010)

Photos taken in Glasgow, Scotland on September 30, 2010.