Just Two Minutes

On Friday, at the eleventh hour






of the eleventh day






of this eleventh month,






with red poppies pinned close to our hearts,






Canadians across our nation will share two silent minutes of reflection and respect to remember those who served our country.






Two minutes for those whose hearts ceased beating far too soon.






Two minutes for countless, selfless acts of courage given in exchange for our freedom.






Two minutes for indescribable sacrifice.






It's an honour and a privilege for Canadians to pause to remember and respect those who serve.






At the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, please honour those who have given their lives so that we can enjoy the freedom we assume as our right.





May we never forget.

In Flanders Fields

~ John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders Fields.

It's What You See

It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see. ~ Henry David Thoreau

I have a few photos from late summer which are still occupying my hard drive. Now would be as good a time as any to share them.


An early September wander down to the Otonabee river where waders, swimmers and kayakers enjoyed the day.






Back in August, the Peterborough Exhibition came to town. This was the closest I could get without paying for admission. I wasn't permitted to drive, or even walk past the grounds which was just a couple of blocks from my place. The detour was a lengthy one, on foot but I snapped this over the top of a fence from a block away.






Along with the rides and games, there was a rodeo - which was well hidden from the street. The rodeo brought several PETA protesters, strategically placed at entrances and on corners, most of whom were happy to be photographed.






This adorable little Rottweiler sweetie was in a wagon with a little girl, waiting patiently for their people to exit a store.






There's a Tribal Voices shop in the nearby town of Fowler's Corners which sells these little wood carvings. The pair of cats reminded me of my furry guys - the grey and white Zephyr and my always-missed tabby, Skittles.






A couple of posts back, when we were viewing the lift lock, this crew on tour with The Canoe Museum was waiting for their turn to approach and descend.






Here's a bold little seagull, pecking along the shoreline of Little Lake in the late-day sunshine.






He then turned for the camera so that I could capture his best side.






Last month, at my friend Carol Anne's milestone birthday party, some of the guests played a game of croquet. I liked the faded paint colours on the mallets.






Then of course, there were the matching balls.






This sweet girl is Bailey - a cutie that my friend Dakshina and I encountered on one of our walks around town.






Last but not least, a fine Peterborough sunset.

Hopefully, I'll have some autumn images for you before too much longer.