Monthly Archives: November 2020

Ducks Under My Feeder

Recently a pair of Mallard ducks has been waddling up from the lake to pick through the seed pile that has formed from the messy habits of the upstairs inhabitants at the feeder.

They show up in the morning early, stay for a short time and then make their way back to the lake and carry on with their morning tour.

Occasionally they return later in the afternoon for another nosh.

It snowed the other day.

“Good weather for ducks”, doesn’t usually include frozen feet.

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Quiet And Calm

Late November morning, crisp, windless.

Sparse snowflakes drift lazily to meet the water.

In the distance,

The Bay turns around the corner and meets the Lake.

Quietly.

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First Snow 2020

There is a small plantation of red pines at the beginning of my road.

Over the past 25 years, the trees have grown taller but not much larger in diameter. Occasionally one will succumb to age or rot, falling down and creating the odd open space.

However, the military alignment never changes.

When it snows for the first time in the winter, it becomes evident that the word “bush” cannot be used to describe this collection of trees. Not much randomness here.

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Lake Nipissing Afternoon

Lake Nipissing has many moods.

Late in November come days when the wind is calm, the sky is tranquil and the light is wonderful.

This is the “waiting” time of year.

Quiet anticipation of events to come is in the air.

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Waiting

In Summer, the kids swim off this rock at Sunset Point on Lake Nipissing.

These days, not so much action.

The ice will be here soon.

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Magdeburg Cathedral

Protestant Cathedral in Magdeburg, Germany. The current cathedral was constructed over the period of 300 years starting from 1209, and the completion of the steeples took place only in 1520.

The quality of light inside produces a quiet reverence which is calming and eases doubt.

Spectacular and intricate sculpture and bas-relief carvings add to the notion that one is visiting a great edifice.

A memorable experience.

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Polite Graffiti

When you cross the border to Temiscaming, Quebec, kindness reigns.

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Under The Maple Tree

The leaves of autumn glow when you look up, look waaay up.

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Colour For A Dull Morning

It’s been rather dull lately, particularly this morning.

Perhaps this will help to brighten your day.

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Fading Away

Old memories fading away.

Lack of interest.

Lack of will.

Soon, nothing.

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Temiscaming Power House

Power for the Town of Temiscaming, QC, was provided by this powerhouse on the banks of the Ottawa River. Water from Gordon Creek was delivered by a large pipe built of wood bound by metal straps. The water’s journey began well above the town, passing through here, spinning the turbines and ending in the Ottawa River.

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Old Friend

Duchesnay Falls

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Autumn Maples

Maples in my part of the world can give the most audacious reds one will ever see.

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Sumac Glow

When autumn comes, the rather unremarkable sumac bush takes on very remarkable colours.

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It Doesn’t Stop Anymore

The train doesn’t run these days.

But it once did regular trips bringing people and goods to the upper Ottawa Valley and the Town of Mattawa and beyond.

The station is derelict and decaying slowly. The ghosts of the past flow through the mind when walking the platform. The sounds of steam and diesel echo in the Valley.

Mattawa Station

Once upon a time it was a robust cared-for building filled with pride.

The changing of life in Canada cost it its life as a useful citizen.

Now the trains rumble right on by without blinking.

The ephemeral air of the sadness of allowing such a building and its memories to deteriorate to nothingness permeates the place.

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