Kerns & Cairns

Lighten up…

catalogliving:

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Gary and Elaine watched in awe as the lanterns performed their annual ritual of emerging from the sea and making their way up the back steps

Hiking Mt. Washington

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I finally hiked the infamous Mt. Washington by the challenging Ammonoosuc Ravine Trail. It’s known for its terrible, sometimes life-threatening weather. But it’s also a beautiful hike with lots of waterfalls, luscious moss, and scenic views. My father hikes up it every 10 years and this year, his 70th, Joe and I joined him.

deep-dark-fears:

A submission from cryokineticwolfies to deep dark fears.

Lots has been going on.

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With the help of a friend, I made a ton of paper flowers for my wedding. They were super simple to make and a great distraction from stress.

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I made some smaller versions into corsages and boutonnieres.

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We biked the Nashua River Rail Trail from Ayer, MA to New Hampshire. Shorter than the Minuteman, but much prettier.

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And took a hike at Pawtuckaway State Park, which had some cool ponds to explore.

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After the wedding, we walked around World’s End in Hingham. Boston is peeking through the trees.

This past weekend we did a little foraging. Or a lot, really. We brought home buckets of chanterelles.

buzzfeed:

Important reminder: Everyone on the internet is a real person.

Go read this. It’s really important.

Be kind to one another.

(via kbfornow)

joequinones:

Here’s a look at my Batman ‘66 ‘selfie’ variant I drew for DC.
BAT CAMERA PHONE.

joequinones:

Here’s a look at my Batman ‘66 ‘selfie’ variant I drew for DC.

BAT CAMERA PHONE.

recursivecursivecursive:

recursive Y, some contrast

recursivecursivecursive:

recursive Y, some contrast

deep-dark-fears:

I drew this one about a year ago, but didn’t post it because I was feeling shy. I saw Bill Waterson’s new drawings this week and remembered it.

deep-dark-fears:

I drew this one about a year ago, but didn’t post it because I was feeling shy. I saw Bill Waterson’s new drawings this week and remembered it.

This is How I Deal

Goofing around.

In Memory of Kumquat

It’s been well over a month since our cat Kumquat passed away, but I still miss her terribly. She was 14 years old. I’d had her for 1/3 of my life. She shaped it, albeit in small ways, but so many and for so long that her absence is dramatic. She’d been with me through more moves, roommates, and relationships than I feel like counting.

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She had the coolest eyes ever. They were orange and green at the same time.

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She loved playing in the tub. She liked to be chased around, and she would inevitably hide in the tub and her eyes would get huge.

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Seriously huge.

She was very charming, almost everyone who met her liked her. She used to leap to meet someone’s hand if they bent down to pet her. She would snuggle with most people right away.

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She loved to curl up next to me, or on me. Almost every single night, she would either sleep in my armpit or directly on top of my head. Nothing made me happier than to be cuddling with her.

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After we moved in with Joe, he and I started taking her on walks. We live in a neighborhood with a lot of traffic, so we’d take her out on a leash. She got used to it fast, and our neighbors got a big kick out of seeing her.

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After awhile, we realized we didn’t need the leash so much anymore. She didn’t seem to like going too far without us. Except to chase squirrels. 

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Unlike most cats, who are pretty independent, she didn’t like being without us. We even took her to Vermont with us. She liked the change of pace and seemed quite happy in the hotel room.

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But she was old, and sick. The vet did her best, but, her body began to reject the only medication that helped her. She just seemed like she was done. This is the last picture I took of her, a week before we put her to sleep. She got to eat a lot of tuna fish and whatever she wanted—including exploring the forbidden basement—in her final days.

If there is an afterlife, I hope she is spending it chasing squirrels into tubs.