water & rock – wind & tree

You may remember this photo, originally posted August 10. This scene now looks like this….


The piece of wood , that appears in the monochrome composition is still visible in these shots.

August 11, we had warning of an approaching storm.  Shortly after 3:00 p.m. the power briefly went off. After it came back on, I got a call from my wife, who was out with our daughter. They were getting free fries from the Big M – power was out there, and no orders could be completed. Liz would be returning with Tasha shortly.

About 15 minutes after they returned, the power again cut out.  By then the wind had picked up, and the sky was rapidly darkening. I headed to the other end of the house, windows were all closed. Reaching the big family room, I looked through the large picture windows as the darkening scene turned into  pounding water against the glass. It was like a car windshield in an automatic  car wash; all that was missing were the big cleaning brushes.

I had never seen anything like it. It was as if a huge hose was blasting directly at the windows.  The water was moving at us in a horizontal stream, not on an angle.  In that moment, it felt as if a movie scene was being enacted. As quickly as it started, the powerful blast subsided, the rain & wind continued, but the wall of water had moved on.

Surprisingly, there was no significant damage to our home or property – across the road our neighbour’s mountain ash had one broken branch. There was still no power. Ontario Hydro had identified 23 problem spots throughout the community (cell phones were still operating).  Power came on gradually throughout the community. Ironically, we could see street lights at the next street – we are close to the corner. Our power did not return till around 6:30 P.M. on the next day.  Over a few streets, others had to wait to 11:30 that night.

The wind was remarkable. Some said funnel spouts appeared on the lake, but difficult to confirm.  Needless to say, there were downed trees & branches all over town – some damage to properties, but no injuries.

In the lower left corner you can see the large stone that appears in the first photos. As you can see, everywhere is lush foliage.  One of the striking things that I have getting over is how old dead & half-dead trees stayed standing, while healthy trees were broken or dragged up by their roots from the force of the wind.

When I take the dogs for a walk along the trail, I can still not get over scenes like this,

wind walloped these woods –

watch weeping broken branches –

scattered path trembles. 


 – More coming in future posts.


coloured roses – new camera



Testing out the new camera (EOS 90D) – I am gradually moving up the stupidity curve of mastering basic functions. Still in auto mode, as I try to understand all the physical buttons, and the touch screen doodads. My old camera (EOS 50D) is still functioning, but can be temperamental -lost moments when the camera gave error messages, and then decided to work fine when the moment passed (walks on the trail had an uneven pace). My wife got tired of my grumbles( see earlier post), ordered the new camera.


The technological jump, the manual is 646 pages & is downloaded or viewed online, resulted in redesign of button placement and functionality. Being old and anxious, it took me some time to adjust – found a tutorial that made sense (phasers no longer set on stun), now the slow process begins.

a new camera,

challenge now in sharp focus,

where’s that On button?


Through snow or snow storm

This is how the Canadian Post Office works, even as the big storm approaches. There is a sharp wind with a windchill, & an anticipated snowfall accumulation of 10-15 centimetres.

Meanwhile, our Elliot Lake workers,  are cutting down the banks of snow & encrusted ice along the streets. The goal is to widen the street access & increase visibility  at intersections.  Later work crews will be out ploughing, & where necessary, sanding. The sidewalks will also be cleared once the inclement weather passes.

Did I mention that Tuesday is garbage & recycling pick-up ? That happened too.

winter works in white –

see snow banks accumulate,

such a busy time.

a confusion of Spring



These compositions come from a walk taken April 24. The temperature hit 17 Celsius that day. It then dropped the next day to half that, accompanied by a mixed precipitation of drizzle, freezing drizzle & flurries. Yesterday was showers & flurries – today mostly blue skies with a high of 7 wrapped in a chill breeze.

Snow heaps on lawns turn grey-brown, reluctantly shrinking into small mumbling mounds of frosty defiance.



Dormant grass eyes sky

seeking sun’s rays, warm showers-

contrarian clouds.


Hoar Frost December 23 – Antique Light






From Environment Canada Glossary :

Frost is the condition that exists when the temperature of the air near the earth or earth-bound objects falls to freezing or lower (0 °C).

Alternately, frost or hoar frost describes a deposition of ice crystals on objects by direct sublimation of water vapour from the air.


How we mark the transitioning vapour as it falls upon our lives –  the rise and fall of the emotions as they move from light to shadow, dusk to dawn.  Language too builds layers of meaning, some buried deeply, like compressed snow, it falls then hardens in their depths, only to melt away and disappear with the changing seasons.


Before 900 – Middle English, hor ; Old English hār ; cognate with Old Norse hārr grey with age, Old Frisian hēr grey, Old High German hēr old ( German hehr august, sublime)

adj. Hoar/Hoary

Old English har “hoary, gray, venerable, old,” the connecting notion being grey hair, from Proto-Germanic *haira (cf. Old Norse harr “gray-haired, old,” Old Saxon, Old High German her “distinguished, noble, glorious,” German hehr). German also uses the word as a title of respect, in Herr. Of frost, it is recorded in Old English, perhaps expressing the resemblance of the white feathers of frost to an old man’s beard. Used as an attribute of boundary stones in Anglo-Saxon, perhaps in reference to being grey with lichens, hence its appearance in place-names.


white hair’d limbs, chill’d air –

grasping at light clouded  sky’s

kiss upon the earth.


Winter’s sublime age –

grey with rising crystal strands,

so my face grows frost . 

Proudly lichen fiercely clings,

Counting out  bordering years.