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.









