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”
The first of the flowers, like this bold daffodil, are finally opening their buds. Read more “April Flowers”
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”
I’ve been busy for the last couple of weeks, so I haven’t had a chance to post. But I was able to get out and enjoy some spring air this week, so I’m posting quite a few shots to make up for lost posts. Read more “Spring Comes Slowly”
Another trip to the farm. It was a bright sunny day when I got there. Everyone was in a chipper mood. Read more “Here’s Lookin’ at You”
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”
That’s Mabel, the dog, running ahead in the distance. Read more “Farm Dogs and Cows”
This day, the clouds were hanging, but hadn’t opened up yet. Read more “Rain Clouds and Fields”
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”
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.