Wednesday, 18 January 2017

That was the end of summer. Though it seems that we're still stuck in fall so far.




Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Wrapped new trees at the rebuilt water treatment plant on Sunny Acres Rd:



At the edge of the woods the scrubby brush is easier to see through, but no easier to get through!


Monday, 9 January 2017

Eventually, of course, all our buildings will be ground to dust, but I don't expect to be around to see it. But up behind the Riocan centre, south of Taylor Kidd Blvd, there's an empty space that used to be the Northern Telecom cable factory. It's empty because the entire factory has been ground up not by nature, but by machinery. Here it is:




Sunday, 8 January 2017

If I can't be in boats on the water, a good substitute is walking among them when they're on the hard for winter. Perhaps it's even better, for then I can imagine boating without having to deal with the reality! I wandered around Portsmouth Olympic Harbour after an early snow. I have a certain affection for this facility, having misspent long periods of my youth there. It has always been ugly, but I like it anyway.


The Coast Guard Cutter berths there late into the fall:


The old crane still earns its keep all summer:


The sail room hosts lots of different functions:


And the breakwater is a great place to bring a donut in the summer!


Thursday, 5 January 2017


These last few days of winter gales remind me that in the hot, humid days of late summer I couldn't wait for it to cool off!


Wednesday, 4 January 2017



First snowfall, that magical first snowfall that changes everything so suddenly and completely that you can't remember that it happens every year but walk about amazed at the shape of things.



Monday, 2 January 2017

"Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac" wrote Annie Dillard in her amazing book Pilgrim at Tinker Creek; I was reminded of those resonant lines the other day when I found this place in the middle of a field, where a deer or suchlike had spent the night.


I thought of the unrelenting struggle that so many creatures move through every moment of their lives, especially as winter lowers the skies down upon the countryside:


...and the leaves and flowers return to the ground they came from.