Across Lake Erie

You can't see Canada across lake Erie, but you know it's there. It's the same with spring. You have to have faith, especially in Cleveland.

~ Paul Fleischman

A couple of posts back, I brought you with me to Port Dover, Ontario where we celebrated Friday the 13th - biker style. True, those weren't photos from this November 13th which filled my blog page, but rather Friday the 13th of March. At the end of that post, I promised to share some different Port Dover images from that same visit, and these are them - with nary a biker to be seen in any of them.


I was in Port Dover to visit my lovely sister, Andrea (hi, Andi!) who who has lived in this picturesque town for close to forty years now. Being March, we still had a fair bit of ice and snow to contend with on the northern shores of Lake Erie.






Yet, the melt had indeed begun as evidenced by the free-flowing creek.






It was a cold day for just sitting but this pooch and his person were enjoying the icy view.






I don't think we often consider the dangers that commercial fishing entails but this community has had its share of sad losses. This monument is for them.






The lighthouse is a well-known landmark in Port Dover and it looks especially pretty when the setting sun creates such a colourful backdrop.






The sign says "No Swimming - No Diving - No Jumping." With all that ice... no problem!






The next evening, Andrea and I went out to dinner at Callahan's Beach House. Old posters and photographs of performers decorate the walls of their lobby.






The rest of these images were taken through glass where reflections distract somewhat but the view was still enjoyable.






This pair navigated their way over the bumpy lake ice.






As we enjoyed a delicious meal, we were treated to another warming sunset.






Always beautiful - Port Dover.

Cherished to the Full

Each golden day was cherished to the full, for one had the feeling that each must be the last. Tomorrow it would be winter.

~ Elizabeth Enright

November 3rd was an amazingly warm day in Peterborough. Sweatshirts and jackets remained hung in the closet since nothing more than a t-shirt was required for a walk in the park. Well yeah, I did wear jeans too.


Brilliant sunshine illuminated the last of autumn's intense colours, set off by the bright blue waters of Little Lake and the Otonabee River.





Occasionally, a Canada goose or two would feel mildly threatened by my approach, causing them to take wing and land in the safety of the water.





Soon all of them were frantically making their way into the lake. They were never all that concerned with my presence before. What's that all about?






Ah, there's the proud little culprit.





The harbour was empty of boats which are all packed away for the winter.





Don't these mooring posts look like they've all been caught robbing a bank? Come out with your hands up!






This is The Union Sculpture which was commissioned by the Peterborough District Labour Council to honour the history of the local labour movement.




The fluffy white plumes of ornamental grass sway like a June bride's veil flowing in the breeze. I could easily believe it was a balmy day, five months earlier.





The temperature rose to 24C (75F) which is practically unheard of for November around here. It was as if summer had lost her way and needed a place to stay for a day or two. And Ontario was happy to accommodate her.






And this man, dressed for this gift of warmth, was happy to oblige the ducks by tossing out crackers and bread for them to enjoy.





It wasn't long before the gulls caught on to the offered treats. They swarmed the area making it difficult for the mallards to feast.





Crossing from one shore to the other was a slow-moving Canadian Pacific Railway train.





One of a few mini islands off the shores of Peterborough. I wonder if the driftwood happened naturally or if it was placed there.





It would seem that not all of us are happy with the return of the warm weather. This guy appears to be waiting patiently for a patch of ice on which to play his hockey game. He might have his wish soon. Today, I saw a few snow flurries.

Till next year, Summer. I'll be happy to greet you, once again.