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.
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.
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.
Duchesnay Creek drops over the escarpment north of our town on its way to Lake Nipissing.
Over many years and many visits, it has provided multiple opportunities to preserve in photographs and memory the uniqueness that is our part of the world.
No two encounters are ever the same.
Looking to the South at Eagle Lake Narrows.
A pre-Fall day.
Warm sun, cooler air.
The illusion of continuing Summer.
The South Shore of Lake Nipissing on a warm August afternoon.
Down the path to the water.
Views of the Montreal River at Latchford, Ontario.
The ice disappears. Reflections happen.
When the ice starts to move on Lake Nipissing the end of Winter is near.
Reflections on the water in Annecy, France.