bookmark_borderBurton Glasspool Overdrive at Jethro’s

Black and white image of BGO playing at Jethro's bar and tavern in Peterborough Ontario. Wyatt Burton plays guitar in the foreground with Charlie Glasspool on piano in the back.

I have been going to Jethro’s Bar and Stage on Wednesdays since last spring to get some early evening musical relief from all the troubles of the world.

Wyatt, Charlie and Trevor fit my schedule and my mood. But as things are wont to change, so has this.

Now Wyatt and Charlie have reawakened Burton Glasspool Overdrive and are playing the last Thursdays of each month and bringing special guests with them.

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bookmark_borderA Tern For the Better

I drove down to Rice Lake today.

I hadn’t been there since before COVID but have always loved the little jetty that reaches out into the lake at the end of Hiawatha Line. Many of the photos on the blog were taken there. (You can search the site for “rice lake” and see dozens of images in all seasons.)

image of Rice Lake in bright sun with three scattered puffy clouds. the clouds are creating streaks of shadow against the deep blue sky. there are two buoys, several geese and seagulls in the water below. a line of trees make up the distant horizon. a single seagull soars between the water and clouds.

I was hoping to get a recording of the water lapping on the rocks of the jetty for a project I’m working on.*

As I sat listening and revelling in the sounds of the waves and the birds, I could hear a quiet shuffling coming from beneath one of the big boulders near to me.

I looked over and there was a tern trapped in a crevice with its wings splayed between the rocks. It was still alive and struggling but I could see it was almost spent.

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bookmark_borderLansdowne Black and White

black and white photograph of the sunset over the shopping plaza on Lansdowne east, Peterborough. A low line of rooftops and trees silhouette the bottom of the image. five lamp posts of varying distances reach up toward the darkening sky.

I have a fascination with strip malls and plazas.

There’s something surreal about them.

black and white photograph of the sunset over the shopping plaza on Lansdowne east, Peterborough. The parking lot stretches back toward a small building. In front, two lamp posts tower into the clouds. In the middle of the top is a cross shaped set of clouds.

Or hyper-real.

They feel like the edge of the world.

black and white photograph of the sunset over the shopping plaza on Lansdowne east, Peterborough. The curve of the roof of a building arcs in the bottom third of the image. two lamp posts stretch up over the parking lot into the clouds.

Or maybe just the edge of town, since that’s where they usually are.

And late in the evening, they seem to take on a particular kind of edge-world mystery.

black and white photograph of the sunset over the shopping plaza on Lansdowne east, Peterborough. The parking lot in the bottom quarter of the photo shows a single car directly ahead, surrounded by the yellow lines of the parking spaces. The buildings are in the distance in the background under a motled sky.

A smattering of people rushing in to pick up one last thing.

Parking lot almost empty.

black and white photograph of the sunset over the shopping plaza on Lansdowne east, Peterborough. there is a treeline across the bottom third, clouds in the top third and a lamp post stretching up between them.

The enormous sky changing overhead.

black and white photograph of the sunset over the shopping plaza on Lansdowne east, Peterborough, the sky takes up the top four fifths of the image. the bildings are just hinted at in the bottom fifth. there are two lamp posts reaching up into the sunset.

The parking lot lamp posts coming on with a flicker.

The sky going dark in a slow fade.

bookmark_borderLast of Winter

black and white image of night-timg, foggy, urban residential neighbourhood. shot down the centre of a street, the yellow line stretches into the distance where a small figure is sillouhetted, crossing the street under a lamp post. to the extreme left of the image there is a lit porch in the distance with two people standing on it, moking.

I suspect the last thing anyone wants to see right now is more winter. But I did take a few images that I didn’t get a chance to share while my site was in limbo, like the porch smokers in the fog above.

image of an urban residential winter street on a hill looking up. there's a blizzard. the hill is steep. it is night. the street lamps refract in the imate. there is a single, small figure silhouetted on the sidewalk about mid distrance on the right side of the frame.

And this photo of the only other person I saw out during this sleety blizzard.

Over the winter I went out for a walk just about every morning. Even when it was minus 30.

Sometimes I’d go out again in the evening to stretch my legs and clear my head.

There were a lot of foggy nights.

image of a circle k variety store at night. it is cold and damp. the sky is black and the green traffic light is reflected in a puddle in the forground. there is a car at the intersection, a person walking into the store and another person sittting on the ground next to the ice machine.

And there were a lot of blizzards.

black and white image of a circle k in a blizzard. the street and side walk have an inch of snow. three traffic lights and two tall, bright street lights line the image.

This gentleman, below, was making his way home through a particularly dense but “gentle” blizzard.

george street looking south from north of McDonnel. the shot is from the middle of the street looking into downtown. it's night, there's a blizzard, the traffic lights are green. there is a car driving away in the distance. in the slightly closer forground, also in the middle of the street, a man with a yellow coat and a wheeled walking aid, walks toward the camera.

The snow was so thick there were very few cars, each going very slowly.

The sidewalks were impassable so the gentleman was walking up the middle of George street where the slow traffic had tamped down the snow.

When I asked him, as he pushed his wheeled walking-aid through the slush, if he was okay getting home, he smiled and said he was fine. It was a warm night, in spite of the snow. Then he laughed and said, it’s like this for me every winter.


Not to leave you with images of winter bleakness, here’s an early tulip that opened this week.

close up image of a bright-orange early tulip, yellow centre pointing toward the camera.

I’m looking forward to a near future of flowers and warmer weather.

And maybe we can create a not too distant future in which it’s easier for everyone get around in winter (and all the time).

bookmark_borderSquirrels, Squiddles, SQRLS

image is a photograph of "spats" the grey squirrel perched with all four feet on a porch railing looking directly into the camera with what looks like a curious smile. he has a white belly, grey fur with rusty-brown  tips. his paws have red-brown fur that look like spats.

I have been having a war with the squirrels for a few years now.

When I first planted my garden over two decades ago, they mostly left it alone. But as the years have passed, they have become more and more aggressive. I have tried absolutely everything you can possibly imagine to deter them, but to no effect.

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