Thursday, October 13, 2016

Beneath the Trees

The morning woods were utterly new. A strong yellow light pooled beneath the trees; my shadow appeared and vanished on the path, since a third of the trees I walked under were still bare, a third spread a luminous haze wherever they grew, and another third blocked the sun with new, whole leaves. ~ Annie Dillar

Can you guess that what this post is about, you clever people? Of course you can. So there's not much of an introduction required, is there? Let's go look at some trees.

near the causeway
The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky. ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery
This interesting cluster of trunks was found along the the northern shore of Chemong Lake, leading up to the causeway which crosses over the lake and into Bridgenorth, just northwest of Peterborough

All our wisdom is stored in the trees. ~ Santosh Kalwar
The sad remains of a felled soldier in one of our parks.

If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason. ~ Jack Handy
Here's a closer look at its beautiful texture.

refreshing pause
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means waste of time.
~ John Lubbock
A friend and I took a walk around town, one beautiful late summer day and we sat for a while near the waters of Little Lake.

leaning tree
But down deep, at the molecular heart of life we're essentially identical to trees. ~ Carl Sagan
The tree ahead of us was leaning ever so elegantly toward the water.

The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit. ~ Nelson Henderson
Elsewhere, this gentleman sat himself beneath the shade of the trees so that he could enjoy the company and sweetness of ducks - and a couple of gulls.

beavermeade water edge
Plant trees. They give us two of the most crucial elements for our survival: oxygen and books.
~ Whitney Brown
Same park, different day and a little bit closer to the water and to nightfall.

into the sun

Trees indeed have hearts. ~ Henry David Thoreau
They say you're not supposed to shoot directly into the sun. But who are "they," anyway?

sunlit tree
Let's take our hearts for a walk in the woods and listen to the magic whispers of old trees. ~ Unknown
This photo is actually from five years ago. It resurfaced when I was looking for something else and I thought it would want to join all of the other trees in this post.

photographing a photographer5
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. ~ Kahlil Gibran
As the sun made its way ever closer to the horizon, the scene brought a photographer into view. Along with the trees, he made an interesting silhouette against the gold of Little Lake

bench at sundown
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson
So come and have a seat with me among the trees, and we can watch the sun go down. There will Be more photos to take tomorrow, and I'll share those with you another day.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Written in Stone

The past is history written in stone that can't be altered. The future is transitory and never guaranteed.
Today is the only thing you can alter for certain. Make the most of it."
~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

This post might come across as kind of cold. It's neither the most colourful (except for a few) nor does it exude warmth but there are some interesting sites around and I hope to offer you some concrete evidence of that. See what I did there?

outside the laundrymat
I snapped this image early in May. This dilapidated bench sits outside of a laundry mat. A discarded Tim Horton's cup and an empty coffee can sits on the concrete nearby. We take our morning java seriously in Peterborough.

rocky turtle
I thought that these stones resembled a turtle's head and front foot as it emerged from the water.

This very impressive piece of architecture is the dual lift lock on the Trent Canal in Peterborough. It was built in 1904 and remains the oldest and tallest (65ft/20m) hydraulic boat lift in the world. Let's go climb up to the top.

From Wikipedia: The lock has two identical bathtub-like ship caissons in which vessels ascend and descend. No external power is needed. The lift lock functions by gravity alone using the counterweight principle. One caisson always ascends and the other always descends during each locking cycle. When one caisson reaches the top position, it stops 12 inches (30 cm) below the water level of the upper reach, and the control valve is closed.

You can see a larger boat on the top left anticipating its drop into the canal below so that it can continue it's journey southward. The smaller boats (only one visible in this photo) at that bottom will arrive at the upper area of the canal at the same time.

They briefly meet near the middle.

Just a few more feet to rise and the gates will open, allowing the small boats to continue on their way. The same goes for the large boat which we can no longer see down below.

from lookout at Combermere
Another place and time - this is the lookout near Combermere, a half-hour drive from where I lived previously. This rocky view of the highway below was a good place to sit and think.

Kamaniskeg lake at Combermere lookout3
A glance beyond the highway took in this beautiful view of Kamaniskeg Lake.

graffiti meow
Back in Peterborough, a graffiti artist's teary rendition of my favourite creature - the feline.

If you stand back a bit, you can take it all in.

graffiti 2
Here's a bit more from a different section.

On a nearby ledge, someone decided to add some less permanent art of their own.

They also kindly left their chalk behind for others to use. Grab a piece and start drawing!

downy feather
I'll leave you with this feather. I was sitting on a rocky ledge, splashing my feet in the river when the wind gently caught the feather which in turn, caught my eye. It was clinging to to side of the rocky wall beside my leg.

More photos coming up soon.