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.

The Snow Melts Away

I apologize for my minimal online presence, these days. I've had little time to visit blogs for the past week and I don't forsee that changing for at least a few more days. I will catch up eventually. I almost always do but for now I just want to let you know that I so appreciate your visits and kind comments on these scheduled posts. And just so you know, all is fine. I'm just keeping busy.

Now, I think it's time for another walk. Put on your comfy shoes, we're hitting the park path, once again.

Heading out the front door, you'll notice how beautifully the afternoon sun is bathing my neighbour's (hi, Caroline!) front deck with its warmth. We had a little bit of snow, on this morning but now it's melting quickly.

As we enter the park, the dead branches of the pine tree directly ahead of us soak up the sun's rays.

We've had some cold weather on and off through the winter. But the temperatures keep coming back to hover around the freezing point. This little valley always collects water and freezes in winter but turns slushy with the warmer weather. The sun was spilling onto it just beautifully at that stage and it demanded that I take a photo of it.

This might be a peanut that we left for the squirrels a few days earlier or someone else might enjoy feeding the little cuties, also. You can see how the snow is melting beneath it.

A peek between the twigs and old growth allows us a view of the mallards, just this side of a thin shelf of ice.

A slushy puddle reflects the trunk of a beautiful old willow which proudly guards the pond's dock.

Thanks for joining me, once again. You're such fine company.