Pioneers! O Pioneers Come my tan faced children Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? Have you your sharp edged axes? Pioneers! O Pioneers! For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest depend. Pioneers! O Pioneers
Sister: I don’t think I’d want to live in a 17th century Canadian fort. I’d probably be stuck wearing a skirt and baking bread.
Boyfriend : But you like wearing skirts and baking bread.
Sister : Oh yeah …
Do not go gentle into that good night Old age should burn and rave at close of day Rage, rage against the dying of the light – Dylan Thomas
I’m in Quebec City, Canada for the next few days and with the stress of finishing my master’s thesis past it’s peak, I’ll be behind the camera again and posting a few photos from my adventures up here!