Every Path Tells

A walk is only a step away from a story, and every path tells.

~ Robert Macfarlane

It's time for another walk through the streets of Peterborough. Actually, these images are from various walks.

We've had a bit of snow (since these photos were taken) and a rather short-lived but very cold snap. But for the most part, our weather hasn't been all that winterish. I know there's probably more to come (right now, in fact) - it is only January after all, and this is Canada. But each passing day brings us closer to spring and that makes for a shorter winter season, which is fine with me. Enjoy the cool air – bring something to imbibe and come join me.


This dual lift lock (Lock 21) is situated on the Trent Canal, of the Trent-Severn Waterway.






It opened for operation in 1904 and is the highest (19.8 m or 65 ft) hydraulic boat lift in the world.






When it becomes cold enough, the canal below will be open for skating.






Back in the spring, this lovely train emerged from the tunnel under the bridge, on which I was standing.






Shortly after it was announced that same sex marriage was legally embraced throughout the U.S., these flags began appearing on many city streets in Peterborough as a show of support for our neighbours to the south.






These tall, waving stalks of fluff (yes, I know they have a name but I just don't know what it is) were beckoning me to snap a sunlit photo of them. They seemed to sparkle with the sun behind them but I didn't manage to capture that effect very well. Regardless of that, they're still pretty.






There are some beautiful and peaceful walking paths at Little Lake Cemetery. The walkways weave throughout the hillside, toward and away from the lake, and offer up a different views at varying levels. I spent a couple of hours walking the area, one November day.






And here's a different view of Little Lake from further along its shoreline.






This colourful porch collection, warming in the sun, caught my eye and before I knew it, I was trespassing in order to snap a couple of shots.






You know how dearly I love cats. I'm just not fond of all of their habits. My friend, Carol Anne and I were walking (back from the lift locks, I think) when we spotted a couple of felines which appeared to be checking each other out. Upon closer inspection, Carol Anne noticed that they weren't interested in each other but rather in a small deer mouse which was having a difficult time trying to escape their curiosity and their paws.






The little guy was injured, and truth be told, I don't think he was going to survive - but you never know. And at least, he didn't need to be subjected to further terror and torture. Carol Anne was wearing leather gloves and was able to scoop him up and relocate him to a sheltered spot a few houses down. I hope he managed to make it. Take care, little guy!






A jazzy decoration outside a house. Solar lights, wind chimes and multicoloured dangles.






While out walking when she came to visit me on the Labour Day weekend, my beautiful niece, Jaime and I saw this lovely antique sitting in the lane beside a shop. Come back for another visit soon, Jaime!






A graceful stretch of the mallard variety.






Just a few steps which take you away from the shore of Little Lake, toward Del Crary Park. Or the reverse – depending on your perspective.






Spindle berries on somebody's front lawn still looking pretty fresh in mid-November.






Hanging on a handrail at a neighbourhood house, some little princess' tiara.

And that's it for today. I hope you enjoyed our walk – and your potable. More photos coming up before too much longer.