So You Walk

How can you explain that you need to know that the trees are still there, and the hills and the sky? Anyone knows they are. How can you say it is time your pulse responded to another rhythm, the rhythm of the day and the season instead of the hour and the minute?

No, you cannot explain. So you walk. ~ Author Unknown

The following photos were taken during various walks throughout December and January. I hope you enjoy the stroll.


Daybreak brought some rich colour to the morning sky as seen from my apartment window. The vertical line is just a reflection from inside.






My feet first brought me down to the Otonabee River where the sunlight sparkled on the water.






There's a vague promise of spring in the daylight.






The view facing north from the lock.


And a bit of an idea of how quickly that water is rushing.






Not someplace I'd fancy losing hold of my camera.






Heading back along the riverbank, let's make our way through town and to Little Lake.






This sign in front of a driveway amused me.






You can see some open water in the distance but much of the lake was frozen over and snowed upon.






The empty docks await the return of boaters in late spring or early summer. That's when the city comes alive again.






Did you know that Batman is alive and well, and living in Peterborough?






Late in the afternoon, clouds roll in. A small break in their puffiness allows the sun to shine her golden charm upon the lake and shoreline - enhanced somewhat with Photoshop.

More photos coming up before too much longer.

I Am Grateful

I live in a loving, abundant, harmonious, universe and I am grateful.

~ Louise Hay

One day, between Christmas and New Year's Day, I decided to go out into the the freshly-fallen snow for a bit of a wander. The temperature was pleasant enough and I figured I would end up at one of my two usual destinations. I headed south for the river but while walking along the sidewalk, I happened to notice something which had somehow eluded me before. 


A lane. A simple lane which paralleled the streets on either side of it. A walking space between the fences of neighbourhood back yards. The fresh snow made it stand out to me and I decided to accept its unspoken invitation to walk it instead of my originally intended destination. An intense wave of nostalgia washed over me, bringing me back to my childhood in Montreal where so many of these back street lanes existed. We often walked much of our way home from school through one lane or another. I felt very grateful for this wistful memory, and now I know that I will have to explore Peterborough much more carefully from now on.






As I exited the lane, I decided to zig instead of zag. This brought me another gift on this lovely winter's day. A father and child were busy putting finishing touches on their snowy masterpiece.






The little girl was quick to advise me that she had done almost all of this creation herself. Dad stood back and allowed me to engage his sweet daughter in chitchat, and I learned all about the importance of having the right eyes, nose and apparel when planning to make a snowman.






I continued along the same street and came upon its apparent end - or so the sign said.






The sidewalk may have ended but the walking path did not. I have been walking in this area for nearly a year and a half but I never opted to walk in this direction along this particular street before. This brought me to gift number three.






This lovely walking path along the river's edge was leading up to one of Peterborough's many locks - #19 in Scott's Mills.






The locks are only in use during the warmer months but it still made for an interesting outing and an unexpected treat just a few minutes from my place.






Of course, picnics were also on hold for the winter. These tables were set up a little like dominoes.






On the way back, I stopped to admire a fallen tree dusted by the recent snow.






The day was warming up a bit and snow was beginning to melt despite new flakes gently adding to the landscape.






Hopefully the snowman lasted a few more days.

I returned to the locks again a few days later, and I'll have some of those photos for you, among others, before too long.

Thank you, Universe for bestowing these three gift upon me on that day.

I am indeed grateful.