Imagination is everything…
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Flash Imagination #9
Jun 13th
And just like that, its over…
One of the most important days of my life, and it just passes by quietly like any other.
And I begin to wonder: why? Why are we here? Why do we struggle and fight, every day of our lives, when it would be so easy to just stop and be?
The answer, unfortunately, will only be given to us at the end, but as the memory of a wonderful day slowly flows away, I think back at clues and hints that were dropped along the way.
I think of my Father, walking her down the Isle. I think of my Mother, wiping tears from her face during the heartfelt vows. I think of my Sister and my new Brother-in-Law as they danced their first dance basking in the glow of sparklers and fireworks.
And it becomes obvious that it’s the little moments in life that make the world go round, and that alone is worth the struggle.
Flash Imagination #8
May 26th
Chuck had an awesome idea for marketing his new gas station.
He would offer free gas to anyone who could make it to the gas pump, and he would surround all the pumps by tall fences.
Unfortunately, Chuck greatly underestimated the intelligence of his customers, as within minutes of his contest’s announcement, people had climbed over the fence, attached a hose to the gas pump, and were giving out free gas to everybody on the streets.
Flash Imagination #7
May 19th
There’s nothing as creepy as walking down the street in Montreal and coming up on the following in a display window.
The owner of the Petit Bateau store for toddlers had obviously never seen any of the Child’s Play movies.
The day after she put up this display in her shop window, she was found dead, beaten to death by what police could only identify as baby hands and baby feet.
Flash Imagination #6
May 12th
With the weather getting warmer, I’m finding myself spending more time walking around Montreal. As such, I’m starting to run into interesting scenarios that, sure enough, result in some flash imagination.
So expect to see find a handfull of new Flash Animation posts over the next little while as I discover the quirks of my new city.
He’d re-mortgaged the house.
He had rented four cranes, and hired two dozen construction-site workers.
He had bought truckload after truckload of trees, which he then had cut into blocks a metre long, and about 20 centimetres wide.
After a few days, his wife had left with the children.
But Martin had always wanted a three story house – one story taller than all of his neighbours – and no matter what the cost, he was going to get it.
NOTE: The picture is of a house that’s been lifted and put on what looks like makeshift stilts. If you click on it, you can see it in actual size, and you can see that the house has been lifted so its higher than its neighbour. I saw this house while walking to meet Koji’s breeder (Koji is my dog), and just had to snap a pic.




