Today was the first day that it really felt like winter is coming. For one thing, it was cold enough I needed to wear a warm jacket and gloves. But the chilly air was very clear and seemed to make the colours of the leaves on these trees where this couple were walking even more stunning. This picture was taken beside Major's Hill Park in Ottawa.
There were only a few clouds in the clear sky, but this one caught my eye. It looked like an animal to me, with its head in the upper left, a front leg, and a tail curled around from the back and underneath. Probably a silly fancy, but it is always fun to look for shapes in the clouds!
This morning when I walked to work, the fog was very thick and covered the world with a thin grey film.
The spires of this cathedral looked like they were evaporating into the fog.
But the fog was thickest over the river. The bridge I cross every morning disappeared into nothingness.
People emerged from the fog or disappeared into it as they crossed the bridge. I had a lot of fun pretending there was nothing on the other side and that I too would disappear as I walked into the greyness. Cool!
My brother recently began scanning a lot of his old photographs and he sent this one to me. It stirred some amazing memories because I saw this picture only once before, years ago. It was taken sometime in the mid to late 1990s and shows my husband Peter (in red), me (in white), my son Brian (in plaid), and my brother Paul. All the men in my life (at the time) and me in the midst of them. And it is particularly poignant because Peter and I are holding hands! It is amazing to think that this picture is only about 20 years old and yet seems like it happened in another lifetime. What power old photographs can have!
