Thursday, December 16, 2010

Monday, December 13, 2010

Myra's Pink Butterfly

It hangs from the ceiling light in her room, and, while she likes it, I find it just a tad on the disturbing side. Maybe it's the grin.

St. Michael

... a.k.a. "The Angel of Death." I think he's offing a dragon here.

Self Portrait VI: A Toast

... to whatever you'd like.

Guacamole, Step I

Pit and peel a ripe avocado.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

"Lord willin' and the creek don't rise...."

This is a magnificent old willow beside--you guessed it--Twelve-Mile Creek. I've seen everything in it from kingfishers and cardinals to squirrels and raccoons to boys with fishing lines, and once a pair of young lovers.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Ready for Winter

I know these cedars are wrapped in burlap to protect them from "Winter's Icy Blast" (in Niagara? Sheesh), but I couldn't get past the image of prisoners, bound and hooded, and headed for an unpleasant end....

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Seven Years...

... is a long, long time. This just appeared in my neighbour's driveway, and I did think it was pretty cool.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Uncle Win

On the occasion of the 80th birthday celebration of Winfield Harder. Ah, the memories.

Foggy Morning....

Taken from a moving vehicle (ca. 120 kph) on Highway 401 going through Toronto, on the way to a birthday party...

Peace Offering


I love the way the lighting turned out with this shot.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Enemies Among Us

They really are everywhere in this city. Drives Mystique crazy.

Here Comes the Sun...

Do, do, do, do ...


This bird was remarkably shy....

Bancroft III: Birch Branch

Bancroft II: So, You Go Around the Corner and Over the Bridge....

Bancroft I: Footbridge

So, Myra and I headed off for the weekend to visit my father and his wife, leaving behind a world that was rainy, but that had had one (light) frost, had most of the leaves still on the trees, with some of them still green ... and arriving in a snowy wonderland. It really was beautiful, if a little unsettling.

Grace Under Pressure

Honey Locust Pods


It was the colour that got me.

Mystique's Sworn Enemy

Myra calls these guys "squirlers." I think we should change the name officially.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010



Finally getting around to the oxymoron prompt (with an idiom or two to round things out). I'm taking a wine course, and I have a presentation coming up on the wines of New Zealand. This photo is evidence of my research--really, my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. All nine bottles originally held New Zealand wines. No admissions about how long I have been pursuing this project.

"Across the river and [through] the trees"

... is Rodman Hall. For better or worse, the only thing Hemingway about this is the reading materials inside it. Anyway, there was a positively silver glow about the (newly naked) trees and the building when I took this, that does not seem to have translated onto my picture.

23 Yates St.

I always feel like I'd not be surprised by dragons or hobbits near this house, but what I actually encounter are BMWs and Porsches.

Japanese Maple

This glowed like Moses's burning bush in the garden in which I spotted it. Not sure the shot does it justice.

Textures in Green IV: Pine

I took this shot of a tall pine against a perfectly blue sky because of the colour contrast, and the way the needles nearly sparkled.

Mystique as Fearsome Beast

The tongue's the same....

Jack-O-Lanterns on the Hoof

I really do like the textures and colours of piles of pumpkins.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Hair Cut

Mystique with her new 'do. She spent the first couple of days being embarrassed, but has adjusted....

Mother Hubbard(s)

Squashes are brilliant subjects, imho.


I freely admit to a serious weakness for farm equipment--especially of the old, disused variety.