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POKÉMON DETECTIVE PIKACHU | Official Trailer 1 | 2018 [HD]

Pika pika!

SHAZAM! | Official Teaser Trailer | 2018 [HD]

James Brown & The Famous Flames The Legendary TAMI Show Performance

Steely Dan 《Do It Again》 ( original studio sound version)

Earth Hour

Imagine That!

First Light (video-I'm Telling You Now) Re-printed by demand

As day breaks and I see your smile more clearly,
I realize that my existence is enhanced by your
willingness to share your life with me.

As the sun rises and I feel your warmth
more deeply, I remember what the cold felt like
and how I yearn to be in your glow always.

As the morning awakens and I hear your laughter
so vividly, I know that my life will never be more
meaningful than it is at this moment.

Barack Obama at the 2008 DNC

Fox News Jokes About Killing Obama - Full Segment

Walk a day in my shoes: Barack Obama/Pauline Beck

Yes We Can!

How To Build A Fort In Your Room

MOM

Her kiss is a blessing her hugs are shelter and warmth.

Her love is a blanket, her smile is a coat.
No, she doesn’t always smile, but she always goes that extra mile.

One minute I’m her angel wth wings of gold,

the next I’m a problem that’s getting real old.

I can’t imagine my life without her,

and her influence will go on forever.
I will cherish and love her for all eternity,

I will keep her heart and her memory inside me.

By Merle Roberts

A Study in Happiness,
In black and white

The picture to the right is one of the most beautiful I have ever had the pleasure to gaze upon. It evokes so many emotions for me: joy, peace, happiness, contentment, comfort, and most assuredly love.

I felt these and so many other emotions when I first saw this picture. It made me think about my own mom and how I felt when she would just grab me and kiss me and make me laugh. It didn’t happen everyday, so I really enjoyed it, when it did. Looking at Dakota’s face in that picture was real for me, I felt that smile! I understood what that feels like . . . to be loved that well.

My mom was no easy taskmaster, she believed in the . . . well; let’s call it the ‘firm hand method’. Still I always knew she was right, I just hated the fact that she was right. But I loved it when she loved me. There never was and never will be any other love that trumps that love.

When I think about mom, I mean really set my mind on her; I am carried back to a time when the days were long and bright. It’s not even really a thought as much as it is a feeling. I feel a warm summer’s day, and I’m laying in the grass in my grandmother’s front yard. I’m lying flat on my back, looking up at a few small clouds floating lazily across an otherwise clear blue sky. I hear sounds all around me but none of them can distract me from the moment. My mom taught me how to be free, whether . . . she meant to or not.

My mom was a single parent, raising four challenges. I am so grateful to God, that I got the mom I got! She never gave up on me, and she wouldn’t let me give up on me either. I only wish to honour her; I want her to know “I got it!” I know what it is you want me to know and I will remember those things, and more importantly I will pass them on. I will put my thoughts into action. I will “let my deeds speak louder than words”, in every area of my life because you taught me that.
Because you will forever be the most important little voice in the back of my mind, constantly reminding me that I “was raised better than that!” and I need to “act like I know better!” I will, because I love you, because you were right, and you loved me well enough to share these things with me

Merle Roberts © 2008

Church of Our Lady - Guelph, ON

Moon dance

Christine's head

Metres of Meters

Forest (Stephenville, NL)

Water Main (Guelph, ON)

Tower of Power (Guelph, ON)

Colourful Chairs (Pictou, NS)

Train to Nowhere (Port Aux Basques, NL)

Morning at George's (Lauder Ave. Toronto, ON)

The Rock (Rose Blanche, NL) View from the Friendly Fishermen's Cafe.

Ode to Newfoundland

"Have you heard the one about the Newfie?" How many times I've heard jokes which start that way. I've never given much thought to the jokes other than, they were funny...or not. I've never given much thought to the place, or even the people for that matter. I have known a number of Newfies throughout my life and have liked everyone of them because they seemed so much like me, always up, you know optimistic "Life is what ye make it, by!" and that sort of thing. I still never gave much thought to where that optimism or their vibrancy came from.

Then I went to Newfoundland! What an experience that was! First there was the the physical experience of just being on "the Rock" Standing on that land that was, at first appearence, barren and forsaken. The day I arrived in Port Aux Basques was overcast and damp and cold, but I remember before the ferry pulled into the dock, while we were still a ways off from the land, seeing her for the first time as though I were the first to reach her shores. As though my footstep would be the first impression made on this place. This land was not an easy place to live. It was hard and cold and damp. These were my first thoughts. My next thought was; "How have these people survived on this island of rock, in the middle of the north Atlantic for so long?". This question would soon be answered, though.

I drove from Port Aux Basques to St. Johns in about 10 hours and with each minute, hour and mile flowing behind me I became a little more appreciative of the unique beauty of this place and a little more understanding of why someone would want to live here.

After a nights rest I was anxious to go out and mingle with the natives. I wanted to be "Screeched in and kiss the codfish" and all that. I didn't exactly understand these things but I had heard from some of my Newfie pals back on the mainland that it was customary for non Newfies to partake of the rocks native alcoholic beverage while seducing a dead cod. I suppose you would need a heck of a sense of humour to come up with an initiation like that. I guess you'd need an even greater sense of humour to partake!

Well, I never did either of these things while there, but I did do plenty of mingling with the natives over the 2 weeks I was in this magnificent province. In each city, town or village I traveled through I was overwhelmed by the friendliness and welcome with which I was greeted. I came to, not just understand, but also appreciate why these people of the rock chose to remain in this far off land which, to some, could be construed as (I said earlier) barren and forsaken.

You see it was never really about the land. The secret to their survival has always been within them. As Island historian and writer Doug Cole, explained to me " We live on an island in the middle of the ocean and if we don't look out for one another, who will?" And in their looking out for each other they also look into each other and see themselves there. They see their past and they see their future in each other. this hard place has a heart of gold, a soft and precious heart that is always welcoming and willing to share with someone who has a need.

I will always think fondly of this place, This hard land with the soft heart. And when I think of this place, I will smile and know that if ever I find myself on her shores again, there will be someone smiling back at me.

Sunrise over Pictou (Pictou, NS)

First Light

As day breaks and I see your smile more clearly, I realize that my existence is enhanced by your willingness to share your life with me.

As the sun rises and I feel your warmth more deeply, I remember what the cold felt like and how I yearn to be in your glow always.

As the morning awakens and I hear your laughter so vividly, I know that my life will never be more meaningful than it is at this moment.