Coming to America (More Like RETURNING to America)
I was awful about picking up my camera this week. I didn't get one photo on Independence Day. Literally did not lay a finger on my camera the entire day.
But, looking through my shots for the week, I realized I did actually capture some things that were QUITE patriotic.
Last week I crossed the border up to Vancouver to meet my dear friend, Ashley. On the way back, I took a border crossing I usually don't, the Peace Arch Border Crossing. It is the westernmost crossing in the lower 48 mainland - as in, right on the water.
I snapped this waiting in line. For an hour. Yes. AN HOUR (And honestly, that's not that bad. I've waited in line almost four hours before. Man, did I have to pee. And when you need to pee, you look antsy, which doesn't particularly go down well with border patrol).
And on my other side, for my viewing pleasure, a flower version of the U.S. Flag.
My favorite part of the border had to be the border patrolman who I spoke to as I passed through.
He had the thickest Irish accent I've ever heard. Fabulous!
For more Fourth of July - or Food - march on over to visit Beth at I Should Be Folding Laundry.