Mont Tremblant, Quebec.

The 16th was a very uneventful day. Lots of sitting around and relaxing by the pool. Nothing much to report and no spectacular photos.

The 17th, on the other hand, was amazing in a lot of ways. Deb and the girls got to climb a wall, a tree, hell I don't know what else, but they were all over the place. I stayed mostly in the "village" of Tremblant, which is really kind of like the truman show; All these fancy facades (that's French) that make it look like a quaint little French Villa in the Alps. Kinda trippy and false, but there were a ton of people there and I was interested in getting some clandestine portrature. The night was filled with Blues and Rock n' Roll and a fair amount of alchohol. Much fun was had by all.

Tomorrow we leave here and get back on the road to the West. I think I speak for the whole Lindsay Clan when I say it's been great but we're ready to get back to the Chihuahuas and life as we know it.

The Pics:

Still messing with the 60mm Macro lens and I think my subjects are beginning to tire of me....

Awaiting another super yummy dinner ala Jack....

This, from what the locals tell me, is called a GroundHog,.. Chunky little dude stuffed his face with half our garden in the morning and then came back to finish it off that night..

We cruised into the next town to procure our copies of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince which I have been reading to them all every night now. We spoke with the clerk who was French and he lamented that the French version doesn't come out until October 1st... poor guy looked stricken.

Cloudy days made for some tricky photography,.. these are the "Truman Show" buildings I spoke of.

I found a little nook in a back room with some light,..

Kaya suits up for an acent.

...and climbs a wall...

i snuck into the forest behind the shopping center before the Blues Show,..

Dad with screaming kids below my gondola.

The plaza begins to fill with partially inebriated Blues fans,...

The architecture, although a bit contrived, allows for some really cool canyon-like areas where people can talk across a chasm,...

These guys opened the Sunday show and just rocked the house. Deb and I will definitely be seeing more live music.

Although I didn't get the bands name, the lead was a gravelly voiced Frenchman who did a great Luis Armstrong,...

One of my clandestine portraits, I liked this guys face and after watching him for a while, snapped him.

Got a back stage pass from a woman named Angel who turned out to be the days showstopper. here you see raving fans.

Concert photography is really hard! I think I need a super fast lens for this stuff. Very low-light and lots of rapid movement... pretty much all the tings you don't want in photography.

This is Angel, who's energy was so intense, I felt like I'd been tackled after the show.

Deb, Jack, and Ian after the show.

Spooky last night picture,... 95 degrees all last night.. gah.