The City of Peterborough has a long history. It’s one of Ontario’s older cities and once, as “The Electric City,” vied for the capital of the province.
It got its start as a logging town where lumber pulled in from north of the city would be milled and sent on its way.
Our waterway and liftlocks were originally intended to serve industry, but the development of the highways and trucking as the major means of transport shifted the focus. Now the Trent-Severn is a pleasure route, used by leisure craft and vacationers.
But the industrial boom and history of the town is evident in much of its architecture. From the Quaker Oats building and water tower… Read more “Small Industrial City”
Oh the joy of planning the coming year’s garden. Thoughts full of hopes and plans and visions of growing and harvesting and bright bounty. Read more “Seedy Sunday 2017”
This post is very late, coming on a Monday instead of last Friday. But I wanted to put it up today. Read more “100,000 Common Nails and 50,000 Marchers”
I thought I’d stop for a bit in Humber Park to see if I could catch a snap of the big ole’ moon coming up over the city. Read more “Humber Park Moon”
I’m in Hamilton this week with Dusk Dances. Read more “Bayfront Park, Hamilton (Dusk Dances Edition)”
Went to the Pig’s Ear last weekend… Read more “Sean Conway and the Postmodern Cowboys”
Here I post this rather poor photo, taken two hours after her burial. After a weekend of mixed weather including sun, warm, cold, rain, snow, sleet, cloud and clear, the day of mom’s funeral was primarily sunny with swaths of interesting cloud.
At the cemetery someone looked up and said, “it’s a Bernice Vincent sky.” Someone else piped up, “they’re ALL Bernice Vincent skies.”
After we got back to mom’s place and were beginning to relax, the clouds, very briefly, opened up, then broke with sun in the west. For just a few minutes, hovering over the house, was this rainbow.