Leftovers Again?

I have a few leftover images from the month of July. At the time this post was scheduled, I hadn't even uploaded photos from August. I suspect you'll be sharing summer with me for quite some time.


Praise is like sunlight to the human spirit: we cannot flower and grow without it.
~ Jess Lair





I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may - light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful
~ John Constable





Be like a duck. Calm on the surface, but always paddling like the dickens underneath.
~ Michael Caine





I don't even know what street Canada is on.
~ Al Capone





There stood the purple spires with no breath of air
Nor headlong bee
To disturb their perfect poise the livelong day
'Neath the alder tree.
~ Robert Frost





There is no reason to fear the wind if your stack of hay is well tied
~ Irish Saying






A green heron sits
Watching the sunfish as it gleaming flits
From sheen to shade.
~ Maurice Thompson






There was a girl knocking on my hotel room door all night! Finally, I let her out.
~ Henny Youngman






When the red bird spread his sable wing,
And showed his side of flame
When the rosebud ripened to the rose,
In both I read thy name.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson






“When the sun gets hot and the moon gets hazy
good girls go bad... and it gets crazy!”
~ Rachel Thompson

Back with more soon.

Morning, Evening and Night

One good thing about the shorter days of winter is that sunrises happen a bit later in the morning, at a reasonable hour for being up, out and about. A summer awakening at 5-something is not likely to happen but a 7:30 stroll, I can handle

It was around this hour - perhaps a bit later when I snapped this photo. It was awfully kind of the bird to land atop the tree just in time to give me a lovely profile shot. Morning had broken and the day way looking fine.

A view of the sun rising behind the clouds, over the roof tops across the pond.

You can hardly tell by that fire in the sky that it was a cold, late-autumn day.

I'm sure you have figured out that I love this old, dead tree. With each wind storm it changes, losing branches and redefining its shape. Here it is again, one evening with dramatic clouds approaching. You can just make out the pond water shining at the bottom right of its trunk.

Evening falls and the moon rises. It was a hazy night and the effect made for a colourful orb in the night sky.

A different tree but the same old moon.

We've walked along these paths before, you and I - in daytime and night time. They just seem to hold a certain mystery in the near-dark.

I've certainly shared these trees with you before - in summer and in autumn. Both photos appeared here. I will be taking photos of them again once the winter snow has kissed them but for now, please enjoy this nighttime encounter.

Last but not least, this is a view of the pond's dock, taken from the opposite shore. I didn't think I'd get a clear enough image considering the shutter speed was slowish and the camera was hand-held. As the nighttime strollers walked into view, under the light of the lamppost, I decided to give it a try anyway. I was happy with how it turned out.

Thanks for joining me on my walks at all hours of the day and night.