This is the town of Haliburton - one of the places near which we hoped to find our new home. It's not where we ended up.
On our way back, we pass through Miner's Bay. Aren't these rocky walls beautiful?
On the highway, I couldn't resist snapping a photo of our car's reflection in the shiny hubcap of a passing vehicle.
Hawthorn berries in their prime, contrasting nicely against the brilliant, blue sky.
I'm not sure why it is that I like this image but I do. A mature tree in late summer on my late afternoon walk.
This lovely old tree can be found in the south cedar grove in the field across from where Frank lived. It always entertains the sun and shadows so hospitably.
One of the many Monarchs that enjoys the nearby butterfly garden.
On my way out of the park and back toward Frank's old place, the early autumn sunlight poured itself into the street creating long shadows and saturated hues.
And what nicer way could there be to end the day than to be serenaded?
