Jack’s Walk

It’s been raining since Saturday morning and all of Jack’s treasured snow is gone. In its place we have gloomy skies, stick-to-your-shoes mud and slippery decaying leaves. I did manage to find some colour in the neighbourhood, though. This is a burning bush from down the street and it just isn’t ready to drop its leaves yet. All the other burning bushes around it are bare, but this brave fellow wants to shine. It made me smile so I’m sharing.

Jack’s Walk

The day started out a bit gloomy, but that wee spot of blue sky has grown and now the day is bright and beautiful. The temperature is even climbing and by tomorrow it’s supposed to be plus 5º C. That should melt all the snow and the world will turn brown and gray again, making it hard to see Jack on our evening walk. The boy disappears in the dark and so does his poop. At least when there’s a bit of snow I don’t have to get out my flashlight and wander around trying to find the poop somewhere amongst all the dried leaves. Snow is good that way…the poop pops and so does Jack. No flashlight required.

Friday Feathers

Peafowl from Raucous Indignation.

Oh those colours!

My favourite one…
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Jack’s Walk

I think the winter weather is here to stay. Today we’ve been getting intermittent bouts of snow with gusting winds and it’s a bit nasty. I even resorted to wearing my fuzzy hat with the ear flaps that makes me look like an ewok. It’s not a good look for me so instead I give you Jack who needs no earflaps because his are built in. I hope all of you are finding ways to keep warm.

Wednesday Wings

Goldfinches from Nightjar.

I simply love the light in these.

She loves me, she loves me not…
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Jack’s Walk

I was looking through some old photos over the weekend and I came across a few of Jack’s puppy pictures and I thought I’d share just how little my boy was when he came to live with us. Jack was 7 weeks old when we brought him home. He was one of 14 puppies in the litter and we had first pick. The choice was easier than it sounds. I picked up Jack and held him and he nuzzled me and called me mom and suddenly the other 13 puppies were out of the running. This photo was taken his second day with us.

Jack’s Walk

It seems that winter wants to stick around for a bit. Oh joy.

Monday Mercurial

From Raucous Indignation, a curious turtle.

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An autumn walk

I’ve been taking up daily walks whenever possible. Because fresh air is good and the outdoors is free and also I have taken up Pokémon Go again. This even means that sometimes the kids will come with me, but most of the time I am alone and take the camera with me.

I usually take the wrong lens.

This time I had the wide angle and the small tele (55-250 mm) and kept changing.

One of the neighbourhood kitties
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Da pond.
Not that impressive at 55mm
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Wide angle: the creek
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I basically dangled the camera over the creek here.
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Jack’s Walk

Under the category of Be Careful What You Wish For, yesterday’s November blues have turned into today’s November whites. It is very pretty if you look past the mush on the road, and I do like the way the trees look with a blanket of snow, but thundering Jesus it’s made the walking hard. Most of the sidewalks haven’t been shoveled and my winter muscles for tramping are way out of shape. Suddenly it’s the season of boots and bundling up, of wiping Jack’s feet and checking them for salt and of doing the slip and slide on snowy sidewalks and wet floors. It’s also HappyJack™ season and that’s just enough to make it all tolerable.

Friday Feathers

Some lovely seagulls from Iceswimmer

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@Iceswimmer

Jack’s Walk

There’s not a trace of snow left in town, but out in the country we saw highlights of white persisting in pockets here and there in the fields. In the forest, the fallen branches and trees were frosted like cupcakes and the leaves on the ground were wet and nearly silent as we padded along. All but a very few leaves are down now and the trees stand like scratchy wire sculptures against a foreboding gray and gloomy sky. Late autumn has arrived and with it has also come the November blahs and blues. Even Jack seemed tinged with ennui today.

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