There was a maple syrup festival in Perth. A bit of serendipity too, because I had just run out of my last cache of real maple syrup, stored in a bottle of Crown Royal my mom gave me.
Perth is a great for a getting to visit a small town without having to drive too far. We missed the pancake breakfast in the morning, but made up for it by having maple sausages.
I bought me a bottle of amber maple syrup. Apparently, it’s thicker and richer than the regular maple syrup.
A very fashionable Mexicali Rosa’s, built on a river.
One of the reasons I went was to show Aaron and Trolley a few photography tricks. We’re all shooting Canon now, and it’s cool to have another thing in common with my friends, especially something I enjoy so much.
There was a whole antique car lineup down one street. This is one badass radiator ornament on a firetruck red 1920s jalopy.
Not for himself, but Steph. In pink, of course.
Taffy drizzled over a stick on a bed of ice, also known as taffy on snow.