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chickenfeet ([personal profile] chickenfeet) wrote2009-01-18 03:20 pm

Meme


morningcoatchicken, originally uploaded by jgilks@rogers.com.

via [personal profile] buzzy_bee

The rules:
Go to your picture files
Go to your 6th folder.
Go to your 6th picture.
Tell us about it.



This the Toronto equivalent of eating a roast turkey dinner when it's 40C in Melbourne.

Here we have six burners at Hart House Farm, near Caledon, on a freezing Victoria Day weekend trying to pretend they are in the Nevada desert. It snowed the next day. I'm not making this up.
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[personal profile] gillo 2009-01-18 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
So, the costumes are traditional?

[identity profile] chickenfeet2003.livejournal.com 2009-01-18 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Let's say that on the playa one might expect to see more skin and less polarfleece

[identity profile] psychochicken.livejournal.com 2009-01-18 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah the eponymous footwear!

[identity profile] glitterboy1.livejournal.com 2009-01-18 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
It's yer actual chickenfeet!

[identity profile] anneth.livejournal.com 2009-01-19 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
Great photo! And what an awesome meme.
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[personal profile] lnr 2009-01-19 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
I've no idea what you should count as the 6th folder when your pictures are all in nested folders. But the sixth top-level gallery from my LJ scrapbook has this as its 6th picture:

Fishing for Alistair's Goldfish

Guessing I'm maybe 14 in that picture we'll say it's around 1989. I'm on the right and my sisters Steph and Emily are on the left and in the middle respectively. We're each holding a garden cane with a bit of string tied on it, standing in my grandparents' back garden. Between us, sitting on a small footstool, is a bowl containing my cousin Alistair's goldfish. He will have been about 8 or 9 at the time, and had recently emigrated to New Zealand, leaving the goldfish in the care of my grandad.

Grandad staged a set of photos of which this was the first. The second had two fish-like shapes cut out of carrot sitting in a frying pan on the cooker. The third was a shot of the bones from his breakfast kipper. And he sent the photos in a letter. I've no idea if Alistair was traumatised by receiving evidence that his grandfather had apparently eaten his beloved goldfish or not, but we had fun taking them.