Leftovers Again?

With American Thanksgiving so recently past, along with our own Canadian Thanksgiving which occurred in October, I imagine that many of us are pretty tired of leftovers by now. So forgive me while I indulge in the last of my own photographic remnants from the past couple of months.

They're those images that never seemed to fit in this post or that, but I figured that if they were all mixed up together, they might make a decent casserole of sorts. I hope you enjoy them.

Bon appetit!

Come on in - the door is open. This weathered wooden door is unusually narrow. It's the portal between Frank's kitchen and his back deck, where he sits watching the birds until the sun goes down. In this photo, the sun was setting very low in the sky, bathing the worn wood with its rich, warm glow.

This feather sits in a ceramic jar in my front hallway. It's not from one of those birds that Frank likes to watch on his back deck, but rather from a wild turkey which my neighbour hunted a few years back. The sun was pouring through the small, frosted window in my front door, illuminating the tip of the quill.

Pour yourself a drink, if you like. No, this isn't our bar - it's a shelf at the LCBO (Liquor Control Board of Ontario). This colourful display caught my eye but I felt really conspicuous taking a photograph in the store which was filled with weekend shoppers. So I just let the camera hang from my shoulder, estimated my focus and hoped for the best. I wasn't displeased with the results.

One day, early in October, Frank and I took a walk down to the lake shore near his place. This rescue boat was just coming in from a tour of the lake. Everyone was relaxed and casual as you can see, so I assume that all was well.

Perhaps they crossed paths with the folks in the canoe missing from this collection.

On the same day as the above two photos, we were driving through one of the many picturesque areas of Frank's town when I asked him to stop the car so I could snap this shot from the bridge. It just struck me as so peaceful and beautiful.

These were about the size of a ping-pong ball and quite golden in colour. I'm not sure exactly what they were but they begged to be photographed.

Hidden among the autumn foliage, these pretty capped mushrooms peeked out at me.

This was an overcast day but the sun began shining a subtle glow from behind the clouds creating a shaded backdrop and casting a soft light on this spent clematis head.

What better way to end this remaindered spread than with a cottage sunset. This beauty of a day shared this scene with us in mid-September.

I hope you enjoyed the photographic nibbles. We'll try for dessert another day.

True Colours

"But I see your true colors shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful
Like a rainbow."
~Billy Steinberg and Tom Kelly

Spring is such a colourful time of the year. Below, are a few photos of some of the many hues I've seen over the past couple of weeks. I hope you enjoy them.

Up at the pond - a fifteen minute walk from home, white water lilies are in bloom. Can you see the downy goose feather off to the right?

"Rapaciously we gathered flowery spoils
From land and water; lilies of each hue,
Golden and white, that float upon the waves,
And court the wind."
~Wordsworth

Some of the neighbours got together to share these bright red lobsters and other goodies one Saturday evening. Hopefully, the crustaceans weren't clawstrophobic - they were packed in there like sardines.

“And like a lobster boiled, the morn
From black to red began to turn”
~Samuel Butler

One of the few purple-petaled irises which made it to full bloom in my front yard, this year.

"I think it pisses god off if you walk by the colour purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it"
~Alice Walker

This adorable yellow gosling was one of only two left to a mother goose up at the same place where the lily pads were blooming. They're very comfortable around people in that park, and came up on shore and settled down for a nap a few feet away from where I was sitting.

“Yellow-colored objects appear to be gold”
~Aristotle





The Blues Brothers - my handsome son, Alex holding our cool young neighbour, Winston. Both happened to be wearing blue sunglasses that day. Don't they make a cute matching set?
"Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through."
~George MacDonald

A beautiful orange poppy which grew in Frank's back yard. Their bloom time is short-lived but brilliant.

"Orange is red brought nearer to humanity by yellow."
~Kandinsky

I found this tiny silver flower on the pavement in the park. I think it was probably a child's press-on earring. I just like the way it sparkled. I might be part cat.

"Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby."
~Langston Hughes

This pink peony was photographed through the opening of a chain link fence. I never saw the little insect about to land on it until after I uploaded the photos. I also have one shot which shows the insect on the flower. Go on and have a quick look at that here. I don't mind waiting.

“Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose
From out night's gray and cloudy sheath;
Softly and still it grows and grows,
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.”
~Susan Coolidge

I saw these green canoes (and that red-winged blackbird) stacked up when we went for a drive near Frank's place last week. He's used to me asking him to stop so that I can take a photo. Thanks, Frank.

"The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat."
~Edward Lear

I hope you enjoyed my colourful day. Thanks for joining me.