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There’s a little house south and a bit west of where I live in this east-central corner of Alberta. The other day I had the opportunity to take some photos of it. Here are a few of them.
It’s been a while since I’ve had the opportunity to visit Dave’s farm and to care for his horse, Peso, and his nameless cats. That changed today, and as I walked across the land and around the farmyard, I took some pictures because taking photos for me is less daunting than working on my novel.
I hope you enjoy my procrastination photos. Have a really nice weekend. ~ Lori
The other day I took my camera out and photographed the old Pearson School (1920-1946) while family was visiting. We were taking them on a tour of some of the landmarks. Our guests seemed a bit underwhelmed by what passes for site seeing around here, but I really enjoyed it!
It wasn’t as frosty today, Boxing Day, but the sky was a vibrant blue and the whole wintry world just shone.
And here are a couple pictures of me in the frost feeling a bit frosty.
Thanks for joining me on this snowy adventure. I hope you’re having a very nice holiday season wherever you may be, mountains or desert, sand or snow. Take care and enjoy!
Hello! Thanks for joining me. I went out for a walk this morning with my camera and played around with its settings until I was able to capture some close-ups and distant shots of summer’s waning.
Shades of Red
Off in the Distance
Light and White
About to Take Flight
Stopping by Woods
Weeds or Flowers?
For years now, I wondered each fall who was making that chirping sound outside under my bedroom window. It’s these black beetles preparing to hibernate. Who know? Not me until this morning when I heard the chirping and followed it down into the ditch. Here’s what I heard and saw:
It was nice to spend some time with you! Thanks for dropping by.
Yesterday morning and the evening before, I went for a walk and brought my camera with me so that I could share with you the miracle of resurrection here in the parkland region of east-central Alberta.
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I didn’t even notice them at first, and I sure wasn’t looking for them because there’s never been this abundance of crocuses in the thirteen years we’ve lived here. Then, as I walked along, I glanced to my left and into the unbroken pasture there on the other side of the barbed wire fence. The brown prairie grass was dotted with the little purple flowers. It was spattered with those and lots of cow poop which may have contributed to the successful crop of crocuses. I don’t know what the perfect growing conditions for this early prairie flower are, but this April those tiny, fuzzy flowers must be getting exactly what they need.
Earlier on in the week, my auntie and I drove south and visited Crocus Hill. Over the years, she’d talked about the place where the prairie soil had never been tilled, and where crocuses grew amid the ancient stones of the tipi rings there along the valley. I’d never been there before and was so fortunate to see it during a spring like this one. There were flowers everywhere, but they grew especially thick on the southern-exposed hillsides.
Who wouldn’t want to mate with this guy?
A robin’s song is never so sweet as when he is looking for a mate. I guess those birds are like the rest of us when we’re seeking someone to pair up with. We work out, get our hair cut, buy some new clothes, and try to look our best. After the mate’s been secured, well, our beauty regimen can go in any direction. Often, though not always, that direction is down.
The robin’s song as he sat perched at the very top of the tree was clear and enticing. I spotted him up there last evening, trilling away, but I didn’t have my camera. That morning I couldn’t see the robin through the branches, but I got some very good recordings of his mating song.
Frogs are the same way, singing their loudest song and hoping to attract other frogs. I didn’t see any of those amorous little guys either but I captured their voices.
The earth is resilient. We beat it up and dominate it, but it just keeps on keeping on. Along the road I walked, green grasses pushed their stubborn way up through the already-dry earth and the layer of last year’s dead grass that covers it. Here and there a gopher popped up, too. There are fewer gophers this season. Last year, the deep snow didn’t melt until the beginning of May. Maybe litters of baby gophers didn’t survive and if they did, the increased numbers of birds of prey in this area were happy to eat them. Still, I’ve seen a couple of gophers here and there this spring. They are more evidence for the miracle of resurrection.
I hope you all had a nice weekend. If you celebrate Easter, I hope it was a rejuvenating and uplifting holiday for you this time around.
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Take care and enjoy the miracle of resurrection that spring brings!
Today it’s 5 degrees Celsius with a wind that cuts right through you. Last time I drove by the little lake we canoe on, it was still covered with ice. Maybe the ice and snow have receded a bit since from the lake’s grassy banks, but that’s about it.
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Going through digital photos the other day, I was reminded of canoeing. We didn’t get out on the lake at all last year. Sad! The lake from the vantage point of our faded red Coleman canoe is a very interesting place. The are beavers, muskrats, and all kinds of birds including huge pelicans that glide silently right over our heads as we rock quietly in the boat. That’s the thing about a canoe: it’s quiet. The wildlife forgets you’re there, and flies or swims really close.
One time, a really BIG beaver swam close to our boat. Even close-up, he looked not much different than a dog paddling along through the calm evening water. We got within about two metres before the beaver realized we were there. As a warning to us and other beavers, or out of fear, he slapped the surface of the water hard with his broad tail before he dove, leaving little droplets of lake water on the lenses of my glasses. That was awesome!
Another great thing about the lake which has nothing to do with wildlife or water or canoes is that there’s a concession stand on the other side of the lake where the cabins are and where folks camp, have picnics, host family reunions, and play ball. At that concession stand, they sell the most delicious hamburgers and ice cream in waffle cones. That food booth doesn’t open at least for another month yet.
Today, I miss the lake, but if I went and stood out on that partially-melted ice in this bone-chilling wind, I would die of hypothermia. So I will miss it from inside the house and look forward to the days, not so far away now, when we can join the other creatures on the lake.
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What are your favourite summertime activities? I’d love to hear about what you’re looking forward to in the warmer months to come. Thanks for dropping by to spend some time with me on this cold day! ~ Lori
Recently when I posted a photo of our early-September snowfall, friends on social media asked me, “What happened to fall, Lori?”
Sometimes we get fall here in my neck of the woods and sometimes we don’t. It sure feels like it’s gonna be an early winter this year, so fall will be brief. Here is a collection of photographs to show you and to remind me that we have experienced autumn here in this parkland region of east-central Alberta. When we do, fall doesn’t stay for long, but it’s always beautiful!
So you see, fall can and does occasionally happen. Just maybe not this year…
If you do live in my neck of the woods, I’ll be at the Provost Pumpkin Festival this Friday, October 5th, selling my books and telling people about the writing services I offer. The market runs from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. and it’s held in the Agriplex. See you there!
Here is a collection of some of my best lake pictures. I have to give credit to my husband’s cousin, Dale, who took these photos of Anglin Lake in northern Saskatchewan:
We’re lucky to have a pretty, little lake nearby. There are pelicans and gulls, beavers and muskrats at Shorncliffe Lake.
We’re also lucky to store our canoe at our friend’s house right at the lake’s edge because that old canoe is big and heavy! Come along for a very short ride in it right now. It’ll be awesome!
Because my dad lives near Idaho, we’ve visited the beautiful city of Coeur d’Alene a few times. It’s never disappointing. One time, we even got a complimentary upgrade to a lakeview room at the Coeur d’Alene Resort. Spectacular!
This spring we spent some time in Jasper National Park and had a chance to visit both Lakes Edith and Annette.
And this is Lake Maligne also in Jasper National Park. This was beautiful and desolate. Surrounded by grey rocks and dead coniferous trees, it looked like a scene from a post-apocalyptic film.
Although my dad lives really close to Kootenay Lake, I visited it for the first time just a couple years ago. Astounding! What a huge lake.
Closer to home again is Dillberry Lake, near the Saskatchewan border but still in Alberta. Here I am on a hilltop overlooking the lake a few weeks ago.
We’ve visited the wine country of BC’s Okanagan Valley a few times, too. It’s nice to have relatives who live conveniently close to fantastic lakes and great wineries.
I’ll end this summer lake tour with some evening sounds from Shorncliffe Lake. Thanks for dropping by!