Monday, 1 December 2014


A path made by a power line construction crew who were putting in new lines to the water treatment site on Sunny Acres.  They had a very cool all-terrain machine on tracks, which flattened the vegetation but hardly dented the soft ground.  Further in I saw these two sisters:




Back up near Front Rd the early snow was blowing across the fields; everything very quiet but for the wind, as if the fields were endless prairie...




Thursday, 27 November 2014

Remember those bright, hot, late summer afternoons?  This copse along Front Road opposite Invista has always intrigued me; once while driving I saw a fox run out of it, as if from a secret world into ours.



Saturday, 15 November 2014

This afternoon at Paterson Park the skies loomed ominously over Simcoe Island as the cold west wind bore in:



But this very morning I had been in the fields beside Invista as the sun rose just high enough to melt the frosty weedtops:



Even in the afternoon, with the dark clouds over Simcoe behind me, the skies over the water treatment construction site were almost calm.  I don't know if they'll replace this elegant power rack, but they could leave this one here just for me!


Friday, 7 November 2014

When the cold wet winds blow, I think of afternoons in autumn forests like this one only a couple weeks ago:



Now those leaves are turning to soil once again, and cold rain is filling the puddles:



It'll be bare branches from here on in...


Sunday, 12 October 2014

Autumn is here, and the ever-miraculous leaf colours.  It's surprising to me very year; used to solid green and never anticipating the oranges and reds, still not quite believing that it's all going to be locked under snow and ice for months.  Unfortunately, I have yet to take a photograph of autumn leaves that isn't an utter cliché.






In the open fields by Sunny Acres Road people occasionally leave their brush cuttings:



The long grasses there are like forests when you crouch down.  Even when the wind is blowing in the tree-tops there are still quiet places under the canopy.  Right at your feet there is somewhere completely remote:


Sunday, 28 September 2014

Last of the summer grazing, first of the long fall evenings.  Warm air cooling gently, most flies knocked down by cold nights, Canada Geese overhead.  Ben is one of our most photogenic horses, with his blonde mane and tail:


Nearby are Frysco and Kass:


and some of the other schoolies:









And Mia, who's still nursing her soon-to-be-weaned foal;


Sunday, 7 September 2014

We spent the day at the Canadian Aviation and Space Museum, which has an excellent collection.  The space part's a bit thin, but then Canada's not exactly a space powerhouse despite what we tell ourselves.

Napier Sabre 24 cylinder sleeve valve engine

I'm always a pilgrim to the engine section.  Engines are a highly compressed amalgams of theory made real.  Every valve, pump, duct, nut, bolt, piston, housing, even the metal threads on the hoses above, even the things that happen inside the engine, has been defined by numbers and mathematics.  Numbers into the real world, and not just into a static object, but an object that actually changes the world by converting one kind of energy into another.




Supercharger

Beautiful, ain't it?  Look at the cutaway, where in some parts there are flowing, organic curves, and others hard machined edges.  And imagine all the things happening at once here, at incredible speeds!

If the great piston engines seem to be carved out of solid metal, the jet turbines are often delicate sheet metal origami of the highest order.  Only the discoloration of the fins gives a clue to the roaring, blistering blast of hot gases:

Jet Turbine Exhaust


Turboprop

Monday, 1 September 2014


Summer holidays are at their official end.  Our boys are almost too big for the rope swing anyway...



Sunday, 31 August 2014




This is the time of year when heavy, languid weather doesn't get to stay around for long before being swept away by a succession of new fronts.  The pale hot skies of late summer are replaced by ever-changing cloudscapes.  Just look up- we're at the bottom of an ocean of air!







I confess, I didn't really like the K & P Trail until I realized that the secret is to look sideways as much as possible.  Then it becomes a rich succession of views:


Saturday, 16 August 2014

 On Sheffield Lake, where our cottage is, I found this creature emerging from the swampy shallows.  At once beautiful and strangely arachnoid, especially seen from lake level in a kayak:



Closer to home, at the Gardiner's Centre, is a very nice patch of grass next to the Metro where the employees sit in their cars for smoke breaks.  This is one of a couple of trees that give almost the only shade in the entire parking lot.  Next to the tree is an application notice for a drive-through Tim Hortons, so it won't be there for long.



In Patterson Park I found a light well coming down through the leaves, right by the path:


Wednesday, 30 July 2014

 Big green barge, resting quietly at the decaying docks in Elevator Bay.  People my age may well remember the grain elevators that stood where the apartment blocks are now, and the lakers that used to moor there.



It's been tied up for some time now, the mooring lines beginning to fray.  I don't fancy being the one who has to undo this mess!



Inside the outer walls of Kingston Pen there are still a few sheds and such, waiting for their next job:





While waiting for my sons to have a swimming lesson with some friends I discovered the most extraordinary green space sandwiched between Taylor Kidd Blvd and Braeside Crescent.  Even after a dry spell it was very lush and green, and magically quiet.  It's the type of space that England does well; it was a treat to find it:








Sunday, 27 July 2014

Thinking of Ben

More horses at work (I mean where I work, although eating is work for horses).  Good days out in the paddocks, although the grass is a little sparse, it having been so dry.  Also, the flies are getting bad, gotta shake 'em off, like Navy:

Navy

Horses, by virtue of their size, make the very close access they grant us to their bodies very evident. That access can be denied very suddenly in spectacular fashion if you don't respect them. Their tremendous strength is contained inside a very thin and very soft skin, like the skin on your shins.

Nate's Legs

 Now you've seen Nate's legs, here are his mug shots: