He who limps is still walking. ~Stanislaw J. Lec
Peterborough - it's a lovely city. And an incredibly friendly town. I have gone out for walks most evenings and have yet to return home without having engaged in at least a couple of chats with people. There's a river and lake within walking distance of my apartment. All of my shopping needs can be reached by car in just a few minutes. It's a creative town - a musical city - an artsy community. There's always some form of entertainment happening somewhere - or so it seems. Of course, just as in the old days, if I go out walking, my camera comes along - and at least for today, so do you.
Somewhere on the street close to my place, the late-day sunshine was playfully teasing these vivid flowers.
A multicoloured clothesline caught my eye from a distance.
Breast cancer survivors were out for a group paddle on Little Lake. Champions, one and all. That's Centennial Fountain in the background.
As my fellow Canadians can probably figure out, Centennial Fountain began spouting water over Little Lake in 1967 - 100 years after confederation. All week long, the city has been celebrating Peterborough Pride and even the sunlit fountain shows its support with a colourful rainbow.
A view of the lakeside homes across the way.
Many Peterborians (yup, that's what we're called - I'd have preferred Peterbudlians but I just got here and don't have a say in those matters) take their boats out for a paddle after work.
Others might go out for a tour of the locks on the local riverboat.
There is no shortage of ducks, geese and gulls along the shores of Little Lake. I have also seen the occasional heron and I'm told there are loons - though I've yet to see or hear them.
On this particular evening, a group was setting up these floating candles in preparation for a ceremony marking the 70th anniversary of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The candles were later sent out on the lake. I didn't hang around that long but you can see a photo of that here.
Here's a closeup of that world peace flower.
Heading back toward my apartment, the sun was still flirting with flowers.
As early as August 9, a solitary maple tree was anxious to get on with autumn. Slow it down, willya?
And this concludes our first walk together in Peterborough. Thanks for joining me. I hope you'll come along for several more before too long.
I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes
my rage, forgetting everything.