Port Burwell

closeup image of christmas fern frondI got to spend the weekend camping at Port Burwell Provincial Park.

It was ostensibly a birding weekend, but I don’t have lenses for wildlife photography. I did check out the birds, but my photos were much closer to the ground. Read more “Port Burwell”

Small Industrial City

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.

image of the otonabee river with the london street dam and quaker oatsBut 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”

Garden Flowers

image of stachys byzantina, lambs earThe garden is doing its thing.

After four years of summer neglect, my garden is rolling along. Lots of weeds and definitely needs some tidying up, but it’s doing pretty well, considering.

The Lambs Ears (above) are happy with their temporary home. Read more “Garden Flowers”

Mom Says It’s All Going To Be OK

image of rainbow over suburban house in london, ontarioFor those of you who don’t already know, my mom, Bernice Vincent, died on Friday, March 25th.

You can read the obituary, a kind tribute by James Reaney, and an interesting article in the London Free Press. Or review her career as an artist on her web site.

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.

 

Thank-you, mom,

for everything.