Trout Lake, Portage Park early December.
This little collection of birch trees stands beside West Peninsula Road.
When the snow falls and stays on the trees, they don’t stand out as much as they do normally and become a bit harder to find.
Not spectacular but the essence of “North”.
After new snow the lane is dressed up.
The delicacy of the forest is accentuated and made more beautiful.
It has been a year of challenges.
Many have survived.
Many have not.
Please accept my best wishes that your future be bright.
The footpath leads back into the bush near where I live.
It provides opportunity to escape the outside world and find a place disconnected from the artificial rules imposed by humans on the ways we perceive and experience reality.
Time spent here is valuable and will never leave you.
I have made many photographs of this little grove of cedars over the years.
Each time reveals a new way to see it.
Here, a warm comfortable way to feel about Winter.
Slowly, Winter edges its way onto the landscape.
The snow is the obvious evidence that it leaves when it first makes its move.
More subtle is the stealth with which it snaps the lock on the water of our lake.
It has done its work near the shore.
The last will be done in the distance. Out of sight. Often at night.
The hoar frost on the south shore signals that our lake is very close to freezing over for the winter.
A couple of days should see it covered in ice.
We won’t see waves again until the end of April, if then.
We have been feeding now for about two months and have attracted a following of regulars.
At breakfast there is a show outside our windows which is a great way to start the day.
The Blue Jays knock on the glass if their peanuts are not out on time.
The other birds are less greedy and their feeders last a couple of days before they need refilling.
Here are some of our regulars.
When you hate winter, you risk not seeing this.
Calm, pristine, delicate, comforting elegant.
Real and ephemeral at the same time.
A sweet memory for the next time you pass this way.
They just hide away.
Blue Jays love peanuts.
The shell makes for a challenge, but the Jays are up to it.
The reward is worth it.
The Jays return time and time again.
Until there are no more peanuts in the feeder.
He’s a regular. Loves the peanuts.
The pile of spilled seeds under our feeder has attracted unusual wildlife this year.
In 25 years living here a pine marten has never visited.
This fellow has been around the house and in the neighbourhood over the past couple of weeks.
The other day he showed up when the light was right and I was able to make some photographs to record the event.