Had to read Hansard from 1987-88 for Newfoundland for something I was working on today. Realized essentially everything the govt highlighted in its throne speeches later failed - often, epically.
Happy spoon.
At minus 38 with a windchill of -50, HOW CAN THERE BE MIST?????
Rime ice, dammit.
Hoarfrost or time ice.
A closer look…
Winnipeg stalagmite - winter ice, growing from the ground up.
Oxford English Dictionary, 1954 edition.
Blizzard came.
Cold clear day in Winnipeg and the sun dogs are here.
Lap cat, watching over the neighbourhood.
What a day.
The days here are all at once into the decay of fall. Leaves drop, evenings cool. We approach the time of stews and sauces.
In the process. The Kingston fire came close to burning over us again - it would have taken out the last building left standing, a shed.
It burned in the first fire in May.
Similar, but very different inside. Here’s two pictures of apples from the Hidden Tree several years ago.
Big Yellow was an amazing tree, but it was right in the path of the first fire.
Big Yellow and Ray’s Path also have spotty post-fire leaf growth, but no apples this year.
Two of my favourite apple trees, Apple Tree 1 and the Hidden Tree, survived the CBN forest fires.
Post-bird, chiaroscuro.
That’s Leslie.
Walked here.
Felt some sympathy for this.
Saw this.
Picked these.
They just … keep … coming.
Ditto.
Evening. (In real life, it’s a little more forest fire orange.)
And … Steve Earle enters the music mix.
