A couple of weeks ago, I spent a couple of days at Frank's place. I took the bus and commuter train from my town to his - a trip of three hours including the wait between both modes of transportation.
While the train stopped for a few moment at one station, I saw this man walking along the platform and thought he looked intriguing. I raised my camera to take his picture...
...and these seagulls helped make it a more interesting photo by taking flight at that precise moment.
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Our morning walk revealed this mother duck and her two ducklings. There had been many more of them on the previous visit, but nature can be cruel. The pond water was very still. The large rock where they rested, and its reflection reminded me of a giant walnut.
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Doesn't Mom look proud?
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And aren't the wee ones adorable?
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Further along the path, this moth caught my eye. Usually a moth's wings are colourful and its body rather bland, but this one sported a drab set of wings, with a beautiful, blue thorax.
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Wild Chicory is one of my favourite wildflowers. Can you see the tiny bug hiding among its petals?
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Another tiny bug crawls along Frank's hand. Its pattern and colours were kind of nice.
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This rusty set of gears sits in front of an old mill, a few kilometers from Frank's home. They make and sell the greasiest doughnuts there - rolled in sugar and cinnamon. I couldn't stomach more than a couple of bites, but everyone else loved them.
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On the highway back home. Dark clouds had gathered and were now spattering the windshield for part of the drive.
(please click to enlarge)In a few days, I'll post some more photos from around my own neck of the woods.
A close up of the dazzling orange flower found in the bouquet featured in my previous post. 
The setting sun does it part to warm brick, wood and the bare bones of this patio chair. 
Tiger lilies joyously seek out the summer sun.
A game of dodge ball makes a splash as it bounces through a playground's water pad. 
The gentle wings of summer flutter and dive into autumn so quickly - a metamorphic dance of vibrant colours. 
Spindle berries produce brilliant colours as autumn approaches. Orange berries under magenta pods. 
These rusty old gears have been weathered by exposure to many seasons of our Canadian climate.
Fall is the season of orange. Trees magically transform from their summer greens to autumn's fire. 
The late day sunshine illuminates this fallen oak leaf. 
An ideal way to relax after a perfect day. Bottoms up!
