Sur le bateau

Sur le bateau

Une baleine.. mm cool

Plus des Bucherons!

Rester un peu

Fohawk maddy

dun dun dun (what is maddy thinking now??)

Les Voleures (�a c'est moi dans le hoodie)

Les Voleures (�a c'est moi dans le hoodie)

dun dun dun (what is maddy thinking now??)

Les Bucherons Extremes!!!!!

Les Bucherons Extremes!!!!!

photo entry

photo entry

photo entry

more drama

Head Picture.. for drama

More Algonquin; that's ME under the canoe!!

wisdom

Can He not enable you to do that will from your heart, in your surroundings? Are you sorely tried by those surroundings? Are they, in themselves, humiliating to you, or exasperating to you? Are they full of acute heart-pangs, or heavy with a chronic heartache? Not one of these things is forgotten before your Lord. Your slightest pain finds response in His sympathy. But let that thought be but the steppingstone to this, that for you as for the slave-saint of Ephesus there lies open in that same Lord the blessed secret of a life which shall move amidst these same unwelcome surroundings as a life free, and at leisure, and at peace, full of love and rest, blessed and blessing; a life hid with Christ in God; a life in which everything, from your rising up to your lying down, the smallest cross and the largest, is seen in the light of the holy, the beloved, will of God, and so is met not with a sigh, or a murmur, but "from the soul."
~ HANDLEY C. G. MOULE

changes

Change, has never been something I've been scared of. In my life the biggest change I have ever had to endure was switching from elementary school to high school (such a wussy change, I know). I have never experienced someone close to me dying, my parents still love each other, I have never moved. Nothing big and unexpected - whether exciting or horrible - has ever really happened to me. My life has been secure and sheltered from change.
I think, no, I know that being sheltered from change is what has made me come to embrace it when I do experience it, even in the small forms. Change has become a game to me. A challenge. It is something I can compete against, something I can win against if I just lean back and learn to make the best of it.
But the fact is, every human is scared of change at some point in their life. For the first time, I am realizing that. I am looking back on my childhood and I can feel it giving way underneath me. I am too scared to move forward, to grow up and mature, but I don't want to stay behind either. For the first time in my life change is not a game, it is something unstoppable, something that means I can't go back when I want. I can only be forced forward by that big invisible change looming up behind. I'm scared.
As I write this, I can already hear the words tumbling out of my lips. Words that have been told me all my life by many different people, in different ways.
"God is there, He'll look after you."
That is another thing that scares me. I don't want to be dependant on anything. I want to be able to look after myself completely with no help from anybody or anything. I want to do it myself. Yet every day I realize that I do need God's help. I do need God's love.
Life is confusing right now. I am being forced to weigh my values, and figure out what's most important to me, and what I need to make more important. I'm becoming bored with the way life is moving, but scared to do something to make my life change. I'm trying to be responsible and good and stuff, and finding it harder and harder to do.
Yeah, life is weird.

soil core stuff

Elizabeth, Hea Jin and I did three soil core samples. We wanted to see what the soil was like in three different places. First, we took a soil core sample of a fairly heavily wooded area - the trees were all coniferous trees. This was the most interesting soil core because although we turned and pushed the soil corer in as far as it would go, only a few centimetres of soil was actually in the soil corer when we pulled it out. I think this is because the soil there was mainly made up of half-decomposed coniferous needles that hadn’t completely settled yet, so there must have been a lot of air still in the earth. The soil here was pretty dark, though there wasn’t much of it. The second soil core we did was one of a mossy area. We got about five or six centimetres of soil. This soil was also quite dark, although the bottom few centimetres were a more rustic red colour, and seemed to be a different sort of texture as well. The third core we did was in a bit of a clearing. This soil corer went down the farthest and picked up the most soil. This soil was light at the top and got darker the further down. I think that the first two soil cores were richer than the third because they both had some sort of protection from the rain straining the good minerals and nutrients. The first area had the fairly dense trees to shelter it from the rain, and the second one had shelter from the moss growing on it. Surprisingly, we did not hit bedrock on any of our soil cores. I am not sure why this is. Normally, the soil in Algonquin is quite shallow.

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striations

soil core number 3

soil core number 2

soil core number 1

hea jin

hea jin the garbage can

pumping water