A Soft White Damn

The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.

~ E.E. Cummings

There is no snow on the ground as I write this. In fact, it's been teetering between rain and freezing rain all morning. The following images were taken after February's big snowfall. Hopefully it was the last big one.


Stepping outside of my apartment, I can see that the parking lot and walkway have been shoveled. Not all of the roads and sidewalks were as clear though. Let's head out to the lake.






If those slingshot chairs, aptly named The Launch Pad were real, they might just be powerful enough to send you out into the open water.






A fresh snowfall makes it difficult to discern where the land ends and the lake begins. The tree does grow rather close to the water.





This walkway leads onto a large T-shaped dock. It's mostly covered in snow but you can still make out the outline.






You can see it a lot better from this angle. Just a few months ago, these guys were having the time of their lives fetching tennis balls thrown from the pier, into the water.






This was as far as I could get around the lake. The snow was too deep to traverse beyond this point.






In a different direction, this guy was accepting his fate of trudging through the snow.






He had several metres of frozen hose behind him, too.






Heading back toward home, this bright red truck amid all of the snowy white caught my eye.






The Little Library was wearing its snowcap. Nobody had visited since the recent storm.






This is the parking lot at the Peterborough Memorial Centre. It took a long time for those piles to melt. I do believe they're completely gone by now - more than a month after the snowfall.






A few days later, warming temperatures made for a quick melt. Bright, late afternoon sunshine made for saturated hues. And puddles offered some colourful reflections.






Walking into the lowering sun made for golden light.






The road that leads to home - where Netflix awaits.

Golden Moments

“Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such” ~ Henry Miller

On the weekend, I spent some time with a friend in the town of Ajax. It's situated east of Toronto and touches the shores of Lake Ontario. The weather has been crazy for the past couple of weeks, alternating between rain, snow and balmy thaws. We've experienced some of each over the past several days.

On Saturday, it rained rather heavily but as the evening progressed, the temperatures dropped and rainy windows iced over. The golden colour is from the streetlamp in the condo parking lot.

It snowed overnight and temperatures were bitter cold. It was overcast and windy through much of the following day but just as it was coming to a close, the clouds parted just enough for a lovely sunset. We decided to take a walk by the lake. The couple watching the calm waters of Lake Ontario are my friend's daughter and her boyfriend.

As the sun continued its descent, the icy paths were lit with golden sunlight. Had it been a warmer day, those benches might have been more inviting.

If you take a look at the far left of this photo, you can see the C.N. Tower presiding over the chilly waters.

I'll bring you back this way again in a few days. Be sure to bundle up. There's no telling what the weather might be like.