Friday, March 31, 2023

No Swans

We stopped by the pond in the park around the corner. It was teeming with Canada Geese. The silly things honked their fool heads off as soon as we approached and headed far away from us.

A group of them swam to the far end. I was able to capture the scene ↓ with my telephoto lens.

This pair ↓ was at maximum telephoto distance, but I liked how the trees framed them.

Meanwhile, these two were a little braver, so I was able to get a bit of a closeup.

Sue was shooting close by.

There were also ducks in the pond. I was hoping for something other than mallards, but nothing doing. Still, I did my high key minimalism trick with this pair. I liked this photo because the guy duck looks happy. At the same time the girl duck looks resigned: "Alright, let's get this over with."

We then drove to a different section of trail by the river, hoping that the trumpeter swans might be there. No such luck. The water in this swampy area beside the river is still frozen. My telephoto was not the best lens to have with me at that point, but one tries regardless.

On the way back to the car, Sue stopped me long enough to get this picture. I don't always use my cane, but I thought that it would be best along that path.

As you can see in most photos, plenty of snow remains, and not just in our crazy front yard that I have been posting about recently. The forecast says that many days next week will get temperatures going up to 7 or 8C, so that should begin to make a difference.

Thursday, March 30, 2023

Feet for all Seasons

If you've been here for awhile . . . and poor you, if you have . . . you will remember Sue's almost catastrophic pre-Christmas faceplant.

It was a bad one, and three months later she still has what I would call subcutaneous bruising, poor thing. I am doubting that it will ever go away, but we remain in hope.

Trying to keep up with Sue, I took my own fall several later, but it was a mild one.

Both falls were a result of us not tying our boots properly. It's not that we don't do this normally, but in both cases we were just poking our noses out the door for a few minutes.

Here are my boots.

You can see why we wouldn't want to lace those bruisers up. We're not completely stupid, and we did stick the extra lacing inside. But the lace from one boot still caught on the hooks of the other boot, and down we went.

Of course, we knew that we would definitely need to find a solution for next winter.

Then Sue found an online sale. Hers are the laced pair, but they are permanently laced and can just be tightened or loosened via a pully thingy. Mine are the non-laced, pull-on brown pair.

But wait! What about those red shoes? They don't look much like winter boots, do they? Well, they were on sale too, and I couldn't resist. They're pretty sharp looking and maybe even snazzier in real life than they look in the photo.

So I am set for summer too.

A man for all seasons, am I.

Wednesday, March 29, 2023

Eight Days Later

No doubt you hang on every word that I write and do your utmost to commit my posts to memory. So, of course, you remember this ↓ first-day-of-spring photo from last week.

No, you don't recall this photo of our snow removal sign? Well, I wrote then that in the previous week the snow had receded from the top of the 6 to reveal the whole area code. But that it had changed much in the preceding week. And here's where ae are now.

I was somewhat surprised the see the amount of decrease because we haven't experienced any real warm weather to speak of. However, most days are at least rising slightly above freezing, and we also had a day of rain.

It was even more surprising to see how much the pile had abated at its deepest point. I am 6' tall, so I guess that is less than 5' in the deepest section. That did surprise me because when I first started checking the mound, it seemed to be about 7' high and perhaps even more.

The tree in the background ↑ is in the centre of a small garden ↓ around it. As you can see, there remains a lot of snow on top.

I would like the snow to be gone before the tulips try to push through, for they did this once before. I can't prove it because I can't find the pictures that I am pretty sure that I took back then. I think it was back in '08, but I may be a year or two out.

However, the tulips are likely safe for a few more weeks as they tend not to bloom fully before early May. I must try to note the time better this year and not rely on my very unreliable recollection.

Tuesday, March 28, 2023

I am but a lowly Tripod

One of my more exalted positions in life is to serve as Sue's tripod. When she needs to include herself in her own photos, well AC carries her camera (phone) and stands where she tells him to stand. He then points the camera and presses the shutter. He shows her the result, and she will tell him what to do next.

Her group prompt yesterday was to take a picture showing where her feet were at 3pm. But it also had to have something to do with her hometown.

She decided to feature Roy Brown, our WWI flying ace who is credited with shooting down the Red Baron. Roy was born here in Carleton Place, and we celebrate his accomplishment.

Sue posed in front of the Roy Brown mural while positioned strategically to hide a garbage pail behind her. 

It was an option, but that is not the main reason for going downtown, and we had quite a bit of time before 3 o'clock to take many many shots with the new statue of Roy.

We took various photos from various angles including this photo ↑ with townhall in the background. I will refrain from trotting out all of our efforts but will say that she thought this ↓ angle would be best.

But when the time came, we would want to get the feet in the frame too to best satisfy the prompt. My lady decided that the final photo should look something like ↓ this.

The watch ticked over to 3:00, and I took a variation of the above shot.

She then decided to post it in collage form to her 365 group.

Now I sing this song 


I'm a lowly tripod
Tall and fat
I serve my lady Susanne
This is where I'm at

Monday, March 27, 2023

The Party

Shall we do a few birthday photos?

Photos at Sha's are always problematic due to the light. We can get some light, but it is backlight which leaves subjects in shadows. We close the curtains, and then it becomes an issue of not enough light.

Being a clever boy, I brought a light for my camera.

Being a dumb boy, I forgot to insert the memory card in my camera.

So, it was the phone to the rescue. Actually, it worked well enough.

I took a photo through my wine glass, which I hadn't emptied much. As you can see, I am not a big drinker. Too bad about the dot over Sue's face, for the concept was a good one.

Gifts came.

After the gifts, and only after the gifts, I remembered that I had brought a card. It featured some of Sue's recent photography – first the inside and then the outside because that is how Blogger inserted them.



As is the custom, JJ paraded the cake in. Shauna sang the birthday song. I forgot to sing because I was concentrating on the photos and focusing on the ever-moving JJ. Sue also took pictures. I am not sharing any of hers (or mine that I took with her phone) because we are having trouble transferring them today.

Since COVID, we don't blow out candles, or if we do, we put a solitary candle on a single piece of cake for ceremonial purposes. But Shauna has found the perfect alternative.

So that was birthday 76 for the old gal. Next comes Danica's Sweet Sixteen in less than a month.

Sunday, March 26, 2023


I might have something more to post about Sue's birthday, but for today, I will post our latest sign photos. You all know the drill. A resident changes her sign several times a year, and Sue comes up with a way of using them in a photo op.

The current theme is hockey, for the town entered a cross-Canada competition called Hockeyville. We borrowed some of JJ's team sweaters, and posed.

We were forced to use a unique angle that hid some very bright reflections off the poster. I think it makes the composition more interesting, or at least a change.

In this ↓ photo, we assume the crosschecking position, which can result in a two-minute penalty if consumated on the back of an opponent.

You can see old, dirty snow in both photos. More snow fell yesterday, but it won't stick for long. Indeed, it was melting almost as fast as it fell. Almost: not quite though.

Saturday, March 25, 2023


Milady is 76 years young today. She survived another year with me, and can still smile. To acknowledge the occasion, we went to a restaurant in Ottawa. The meal was free because we used a gift card from Christmas 2019. You may recall something about a little pandemic. Well we hibernated for quite a long stretch. We finally got around to using it yesterday, just a little more than 3 years later. Anyway, that's where I took the photo.