Shapes in the snow

Last weekend, big snowflakes filled the sky and silently adorned the dried stalks and leaves of Lilac and Maple trees, Black-eyed Susans, and Grape vines. The sky cleared briefly at sunset and the days began to feel just a little longer. Subtle, soft colours filtered through the bare trees and reflected on newly formed ice. … Continue reading

The snow is falling

The first lingering snowfall this weekend turned the area around our little cabin into a winter wonderland. It’s a rustic little place not too far from Algonquin Park, some distance from the road, with no electricity or running water. It has a wood stove, propane oven, and a solar panel to run a radio and … Continue reading

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