Ice and Moon

Last week, I showed a picture of ice on the river. This week, we saw that ice was overtaking the pond. There is an unfrozen section near the intake where the ducks can swim and forage. A significantly smaller portion will remain open all winter. The ducks do have a free-flowing river nearby just beyond the trees in the background, however, so not to worry.

I called Sue over to my den just before we went down for supper last night to see the the Cold Supermoon shining brightly over the opposite houses. I thought the scene looked appealing along with the snow and lights, especially the Christmas lights. Out came the phone.

Dis 'n Dat

This ↓ was posted on BlueSky by a reporter that I follow. The other place he refers to X. He is talking about the difference between the two platforms. 

The difference between here and there is when you answer a question here it goes well and when you answer one there you almost always regret that you had any confidence in people. 

And when it goes so well, you just keep answering questions and feel better about the hearts and souls of ppl. 

Nice.

I concur with the difference between Blue and X. I use BlueSky to follow certain subjects, people and events. I do not use it or any social media to engage although I chip in a comment on the rare occasion.

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I am inserting this at the last minute before publishing. It’s another BlueSky post, this from an American who is now a Canadian citizen.

Every day, I ask myself the same unanswerable question: How could Americans be so fucking stupid?

This is a clown government. It doesn't pretend to be serious. It's guerrilla theatre, staged by idiots. It tears down, it never builds up.

And you fucking voted for it.

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I have to think a little bit about some jokes before I get them. I appreciate the cleverness once the penny drops.

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A  photo from a dull and snowy walk in the neighbourhood park. We seem to be experiencing many such days. 

It Only Looks Like Halloween

This, on Bluesky, made me laugh. 

Who among us hasn’t strolled into Monday morning and said, “Fuck it, I’ll take one preventative MRI, please.”

We walked downtown in the -6C/21F cold and came across a scene for the Love is not the Answer movie that they are making. If you recall, or even if you don't recall from last week, it will feature Pamela Anderson and be directed by Michael Cera. I think the pumpkins are a pretty fair clue that is set for a future Thanksgiving release. Indeed, there is a Halloween banner that is not visible in any of my three photos. We've had a number of Hallmark movies filmed hereabouts, but this is not to be one of that ilk, apparently.

Across the street.

There was much standing and waiting by helper staff on our side of the street, with nothing actively transpiring. We boldly walked through the set and received a few friendly greetings.

I did not envy any of those involved on this very nippy day.

Elf or Viking

I rather amuse my wife at times. Yesterday, for example, she burst out laughing when she looked at me after I got up from our tv lunch. Since laughter is the best medicine, I now share with you what she saw. Go ahead and laugh; I have no shame. She said I looked like an elf with those things on my ears  

One of my weird realities is that in certain positions, my hearing aids weigh heavily on me. In point of fact, my ears can get rather sore. Thus, Sue has provided me with little pads that she uses to apply makeup. They soften the impact. 

Usually, one ear bothers me more than the other, but yesterday, I couldn’t determine which ear was worse. I kept switching the one pad back and forth but then realized that I could do both ears at once.

Sue said I looked like an elf. Then, she dug out a Christmas elf hat to complete the look. What do you think?

That evening, we attended a little camera club meetup. After showing my elfin selfies to Bob, he thought he could present me better. He snuck a shot and did this with AI.

I think I look better as a Viking than I do as an elf, but I think elfin me is more amusing. Whatcha think?

November Remnants

As you know, we walk almost daily, snapping photos willy nilly — not really, but we do snap a lot. Some pictures don't make it into my almost daily posts, so here are a few of those November photos that were overlooked at the time.

On the very first of November, we were in the Blue Spoon Atelier when I became absorbed by the man who, in turn, was totally absorbed in his phone, presumably in a video, probably a movie. On first glance, it seemed as though he might be deep in meditation, but of course, there are ear buds.

A few days later, while walking in the park and photographing tamarack trees, we spied this single mallard and his reflection, with his reflection also being in the golden glow of reflected tamaracks. I tend to feel sorry for animals on their own. I guess there are loners in every species. While I am a bit of a loner, I have almost always had a friend or three, including family, of course.

Going in sequential order, next comes a sunset view from the bedroom, followed by a similar view from another time that is a little out of sequence. Thank goodness for the wire removal feature in Photoshop.

After a light snow, I captured fallen leaves in a property just a few doors up on another of our trudges. I think I moved the leaf to the bench in the first photo, but they were as they fell on the driveway in the second photo. Oops, the photos got reversed.

Another fallen leaf on another day: just a maple leaf on snow — very Canadian, eh?

The next photo was very cool to me. Snow remains almost only in the shadow of the bridge railing. I am sure that this effect is abetted by people tending to walk along the edges, just as we see the couple doing in the photo. 

Finally, there are the Christmas lights. Our neighbour has his tiny front yard so full that it is difficult to get a good picture, but I tried to isolate a little patch of the display in this photo — a small train in front with other things behind.

What will we see in December?

It Wasn't All Bleak

It is the final day of November. At the beginning of the month, I wrote of November being The Bleak Month. Of course, I was thinking, primarily, of the loss of leaves and colour, but November doesn't have to be bleak in spirit. For example, the recent family tree decorating party was a happy event that I don't need to rehash, having thoroughly hashed it already.

A recent trudge along the trail by the arena, however, does reveal the frequent exterior bleakness although the sky and fallen leaves do yield some colour.

That ↑ is the trail where we sometimes take a short offshoot to see what is happening down by the river. Behold! there was ice.

As far as we could tell, this was the only icy section both upriver and downriver, where the water is shallow and runs slowly. However, we know what is coming.

You will doubtless recall that there were breaks in the environmental bleakness. We had two snowfalls that brightened the landscape for the time being, and the overnight third one adds brightness this morning even though it is still otherwise dark outside. There was also that glorious hoar-frosted morning. And don't forget the Christmas lights beginning to spring forth.

Of course, I feasted pictorially on the glorious tamaracks, and there are still a few needles hanging on some trees: the one in the background left at the far end of the pond, for example. Very very few on the nearest tree though: poor thing.

Not only do some of the tamaracks still hold a wee bit of colour, but more and more Christmas decorations and lights also continue to appear around the streets, like the house 3 doors down. 

For the young families, Santa visited town last night in the annual parade. I no longer attend, But Danica and her beau did. For lack of a current photo, here is mine of Santa and Mrs Claus in November 2010.

More of Grandma's Smocking

Recently, I mentioned my mother's smocked Christmas balls, and someone wanted to see more. By the way, we still tend to refer to my mother as grandma like we did when our kids were young. Sue has always been Amma to our grandkids, so there is not an identity issue.

Here they are a number of pictures, all done by Sue, except for the first one, I think, when we trimmed the tree.