A recent all day snowfall reminds me why one lives in the North.
It is fashionable among many to “hate” snow and wish it gone.
I find it impossible to align their thinking with the calm and delicacy I see here.
In the bush…
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.
There is a small cemetery in Feronia which provides a quiet, tranquil resting place for many who pioneered the area.
It is situated on a small knoll surrounded by bush. Much like what the first people to move into the area found when they arrived.
When Notre Dame Cathedral burned, quiet corners like this were lost.
They will return.
Winter’s blanket creeps over Lee’s Creek.
Sweetman’s Garden is a favourite place for me.
Quiet and serene. There is more to experience than lovely flowers in that special part of the Universe.
Main Street 11:00 am Friday Morning. Entertainment.
The main intersection in Alderdale.
Traffic lights are unnecessary so far.
Sun, sundog and reflections.
Another quiet spot in downtown Toronto.
Berczy Park on Front St.
End of the day. Time to rest and reflect.
The bush near our place is a very pleasant place to be these days.
Quiet, tranquil and cold enough to make one aware.
One Mile Bay is smooth this morning.
This week at least!