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The Mule Deer rut is about to begin, and the big buck here appears to be king of this group of does, fawns, and smaller bucks. A larger rival, of course, may drive him away and prevent him from mating when these does come into estrus - generally starting in mid-November and continuing for about a month. At present, his prospects look good.
Stalking wary wildlife on foot isn't easy in open country like this, but I was able to use the rolling terrain to advantage. There was no wind, and therefore the animals didn't scent me until I appeared atop a small rise, with the sun behind me. The dawn light was strongly magenta, and I was careful to retain that colour cast in post processing.
As you can see, all the snow seen in my previous photos has melted. A reprieve from winter. It has returned, though, and looks like it's here for the duration. I'll try not to whine too much.
Photographed just outside the boundary of Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2020 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
After several long months of traveling and small skirmishes Matthias and his squad were ordered to return to Elkmire where they were to oversee the building of a new settlement.
"More like babysitting," Matthias thought.
It’s a reprieve.
It says
nothing in your little black heart
can frighten me,
I’ve looked too long
into my own.
Thank you for the gift
of your uncertainties.
© 1988, Eunice de Souza
It's not exclusive to you or I
nor the immediate sigh
of a teardrop
seen falling from the eye
as clever as healing may be
it's touch betrays the presence to foresee
the mind floating between land and sky
from the shipwrecked conscience of emotional debris
such reticence adds caution the wind
the Englishness of blending all we rescind
with the past congregation of endowing thoughts
free as the day they were borne to ease the sinned
a consensus of opinion on compassionate leave
the absence of heart growing fond of all it can perceive
in life-changing decisions of mind over matter
that emotive mobility of restless reprieve
a war of nerves celebrating it's release
now a custodian of freedom's makeover of peace
a kiss for the sky that welcomed you home
the Heavens of mercy are your sunlit eglise
now how do you look at it?
from your taffrail that's so beholden
to the purveyance of the truth it's able to transmit
within the sphere of the life you befit,
it takes but a smile upon the face of sterile routine
to eject the puritanical technological headache
of the dominant daily living machine
life's proof is in the freeing of the Soul caught between.
by anglia24
10h50: 16/04/2008
©2008anglia24
The Chateau Laurier
The Canadian National Capitals architectural epicentre
Warmed up by sporting life activity
Gotta live n love days like today
In All My Wildest Dreams (Live (1981/Tokyo)) Joe Sample on piano
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BelcdQiMm8Y
Enjoy
❤️
Guy
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Great news! Bluebell Coast has earned a reprieve. They are not closing on August 2nd. Come visit and enjoy the peaceful countryside.
Sony FE 24-70mm F2.8 GM II
Location is approximate. All I remember is how beautiful this area is. This isn't the touristy part of the Isle of Skye - although we were tourists. The road ends at the village of Elgol, which is a tiny town on the shores of Loch Scavaig. It's approximately 14 miles west of Broadford. If you're on Skye and want a reprieve from the other sites, this road is definitely worth exploring.
Happy Fence Friday!
What follows is a (very) short story of mine written many years ago. Sometimes my thoughts when making certain photos remind me of my thoughts when I wrote this story and the photo seems related somehow - at least to me?
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'Finding it, solving it, living it.'
Cool blue seemed to describe what he was seeing. It was soon dark and with it he feared he would be left to himself and he knew from experience that was not safe. How to feel it seemed always to be the fundamental problem but there were countless other difficulties that he constantly confronted and tonight seemed no different. Why is it that the ordinary takes priority over the real issue? Laziness, he supposes … do what is in front of you and brighter in your eyes rather than deal with the shadows in your mind, the things that are off to the side.
With the passing of those thoughts the blue was already gone and only patches of grey lined the horizon and shaped the trees and lake in front of him. Black and white would be easier he mused, grey was the problem of course. Joseph had always known that the lake would be the place where he found it and solved it. However, there was little warmth yet and more to be done. It wasn’t a case of deciding where to start because he knew already there was no beginning. He wasn’t even sure if there would be an ending? What to do at any given time about it he had concluded is about energy and attitude and distractions. The right proportions are essential and even distraction is needed in a measured and timely way. He had not seen in any sustained way that magical place … only glimpsing it from time-to-time although that was enough and it kept him coming back. Joseph often claimed that his only enduring trait was curiosity although he was credited by others as having more. He didn’t seem to care or need their praise and usually shrunk from it when it was offered … shyness perhaps, perhaps not? He reasoned that it wasn’t relevant anyway and wouldn’t help with finding it.
Idleness is, a friend of, maybe a prerequisite to the pursuit of it and Joseph had time on his hands now. You had to be sure though that the distractions of idleness didn’t overwhelm the quest. It was too easy to see them as reprieves when really they were quest busters. Peace of mind was not the same as the lack of stress that sometimes accompanies idleness and Joseph believed it was all about finding peace of mind. The glimpses of it had shown him that idleness only provided a useful means for having time to chase after the peace. “Maybe it wasn’t so much as chase, as follow” Joseph concluded. Curious people are often alone with their thoughts and comfortable in them. Thinking is not being idle although it might appear to be that to those observing.
MJH (2009)
- Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada -
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Tomorrow marks the beginning of the autumn season, one of my favorite times of the year. This year, we had the pleasure of experiencing it early, as the fall colors were just nearing their peak when we visited Denali National Park. Days of sunshine were few and far between on our 14 day journey across Alaska, but every once in a while, Mother Nature offered us a reprieve, and whenever she did, I took full advantage of the opportunity to capture it.
Happy Autumn to everyone....enjoy the rest of your weekend!!!! As always, thank you for all your visits and comments; I appreciate them all :-)
We had a reprieve from care giving duties so we had a quick dinner and headed to Audra State Park which isn't far from our house. We did a short hike along the river and just sat for a spell on a deserted beach listening to the water rushing over the rocks and decompressing.
As the first golden rays of the winter sun pierce through the chilly morning air, life in the park begins to awaken. Amidst the dew-kissed grass and the light mist lingering in the atmosphere, a street dog basks in the sun, embodying a picture of contentment and simplicity.
The dog, brown, finds its spot in the middle of the park. Nestled on a patch of soft grass, its body seems to sink comfortably into the earth, a perfect contrast to the crispness of the winter morning. The sun's warm embrace offers a reprieve from the cold night, turning the chilly morning into a tranquil retreat.
In 1975-1976, the C&O converted it's double track Peninsula Subdivision to single track with sidings/short sections of double track.
Interestingly enough, this caused the C&O to establish operators at some of the locations where track went from single to double until work was completed and operation of interlockings given back to dispatchers.
Here at Providence Forge, a westbound is entering what is now the new single main at "West End Providence Forge". Love the signal bolted down in the middle of the former #2 main track! Out of frame is the depot which is long since gone, but had enjoyed a short reprieve as an operator's station during the project.
C&O SD40 #7569 and GP40 #4086 are pictured, in a photo that appears to be circa spring 1976. Kurt Reisweber photo, JL Sessa collection.
Ambalavao (Madagascar) - Après la 2 CV et la 2 bœufs de Raymond Devos… La 2 zébus malgache !
Cette photo a été prise en 2020, preuve qu’à Madagascar, la traction animale est toujours d’actualité.
Posséder un ou plusieurs zébus est un signe extérieur de richesse dans la Grande île. La plupart du temps les bovins sont élevés pour leur viande ; mais dans ce pays pauvre un zébu pour tirer une charrette ne consomme pas d’essence ni de gasoil, juste un peu d’herbe. Ces zébus affectés à la traction sont chanceux car ils ne sentiront le couteau du boucher que le jour où ils ne seront plus assez forts pour tirer de lourdes charges. Un sursis.
Animal traction
Ambalavao (Madagascar) - After the 2 CV and the 2 oxen of Raymond Devos (French comedian born in Belgium)... The 2 zebus!
This photo was taken in 2020, proof that in Madagascar, animal traction is still relevant.
Owning one or more zebus is an outward sign of wealth on the Big Island. Most of the time, cattle are raised for their meat; but in this poor country, a zebu to pull a cart does not consume gasoline or diesel, just a little grass. These zebus assigned to traction are lucky because they will only feel the butcher's knife the day they are no longer strong enough to pull heavy loads. A reprieve.
Smoke haze on the river .. no reprieve from the bushfires in NSW .
Hastings River
Hibbard
Port Macquarie . NSW
We decided to get out of the house on an adventure. We piled into the van and headed out on the backroads to Picacho Peak. This saddle shaped peak rises out of the desert floor between Phoenix and Tucson, AZ.
We got near the peak and stopped off at a dirt road that was mostly grown over. The wire gate was held in place by a bailing wire loop. We drove till we came to a clearing with giant Saguaros and dead trees. There were some cow pies which lent to some interesting western themed toy shots.
We then headed over to the Picacho Peak State Park. It was rather busy and they had closed the visitor center and parking because of the Coronavirus Pandemic. We kept our distance from others and had a quick picnic and hiked up to the spot pictured here. It was all somewhat of a surreal experience. The best part being on that random overgrown dirt road far from civilization. It was a brief reprieve from the worlds troubles. Stay safe out there folks - life is to be enjoyed not just endured.
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Basking in the sun on a beautifully warm morning is Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe Railway SD45-2 #5704, fresh out of the paint booth at Mid-America Car.
This locomotive was built 5-1973 at EMD LaGrange, IL with a builder and frame number of 72642-18, delivered in the blue and yellow warbonnet scheme. 5700-5704 were repainted at San Bernardino in January 1976 into this paint scheme commemorating the American Bicentennial that year. The Santa Fe had the largest Bicentennial locomotive fleet of all major U.S. railroads. These units saw service on priority freights and supported the American Freedom Train when it was operating on the ATSF.
After the nationwide festivities, it reverted back to standard Santa Fe paint on 6-15-1978, and was overhauled as an SD45-2u in September 1986 at the San Bernardino shops becoming ATSF 5834. It was assigned to MK maintenance in 4-1994. The unit passed to BNSF Railway with the merger in 1995, and was renumbered BNSF 6484 on 1-31-2000.
In storage pending retirement the unit was renumbered GN 6484 in 2013, and stored in various locations around the system including Temple, TX and Topeka, KS. The unit was moved for scrap, getting as far as Memphis, TN and was literally in the deadline a day from being cut up when it was given a reprieve and donated to the Southern California Railway Museum in Perris, CA.
Soon the locomotive will be moved to California by BNSF, and mechanically restored to operation at the SCRM, replacing electrical components and returning the diesel prime mover to service. Many of the skilled volunteers at the museum are former Santa Fe employees from the San Bernardino shops that worked on the 90 SD45-2's that Santa Fe once rostered.
Thanks to everyone at BNSF Railway, Mid-America Car in Kansas City, Sherwin-Williams Paint, Eagle Graphics in Wichita, KS and Class-One Model Works for donating the locomotive, time, labor, paint, decals, and design work to the project.
Growing up the bicentennial was a recent enough memory for a lot of people that its commemoration was commonly referenced. My grandparents had all kinds of stuff around with the star logo. The insignias developed for the occasion were still evident in some unlikely places. My elementary school was one of those. I used to look for bicentennial quarters in my change and collected them. It was a fascinating period in American patriotism, and it's amazing how many railroads went out of their way to honor it in such eye-catching representations on locomotives and railcars.
The ATSF Bicentennial scheme has always been in my top 5 list, probably second to the Mo-Pac's, but I'm biased since that was my hometown road. I've gotten to see the N&W 1776 in Roanoke, the SD45 restored to its own bicentennial paint by the Virginia Museum of Transportation. I never imagined I'd ever lay eyes on one of these, even a year ago when I shoved it into the 3000 Yard at Argentine on a pilot-herder job in 2021.
I already knew at the time what was in store, and it was hard to keep a secret. As I looked up at the informational placard taped to the front window while tying the handbrake, I couldn't help laugh to myself thinking about what the future held for weather beaten "GN 6484". This was especially after seeing it earlier that day at the DSF, thinking how funny it would be if we had to go take it somewhere. Turns out, that was our next move.
The 5704 is simply an outstanding looking locomotive. Thank you to all of those that worked hard to get it done, and thank you for letting me drop by that morning to have a look.
Locomotive: ATSF 5704
3-1-22
Kansas City, MO
Well, I am back. I hope I have caught up with commenting on the images I had missed out on. I got almost all of the repairs and maintenance done to my car. Note, I said 'almost'. An aging car is almost never ending when it comes to taking care of this that and the other. Nice to have the work done. I don't really enjoy working on cars, in fact I hate it, but one can save oh so much money these days.
About the image here. An ultra-smoky sky fairly recently gave me the starting point of an interesting image in my opinion. For a few days the colour of the sky here was the colour illustrated on the world map of Air Quality, where the dark red represented very severe Air Quality. It really sucked.
Now I know that I could have come closer to a realistic look through processing, but this better shows how I felt about the view.
I am happy to say that AQ the last couple of days has been low to moderate, conditions that allow me to get out in my back yard. I do really hope that we are given a long reprieve from the smoke, but still being May, the Forest Fire season is only getting started. No doubt there will be days in the future where smoke will keep some of us inside. For now, I am enjoying the fresher air.
The record setting heat of the past summer was shattered for several consecutive nights. Low temperatures in the mid 30s replaced the low 60s that had been in place for weeks. Patchy frost formed in some areas, bringing a selective end to the growing season, while nearby areas were spared. But the reprieve is only temporary. A killing frost is expected in the first week of October as arctic air sweeps down across the eastern half of the United States. I'm ambivalent at the prospect of losing what's left of my vegetable gardens. Lots of work to create and maintain, but tremendous Zen accompanies tending them and harvesting produce. Garden inspections are a part of my daily summer life, and the first couple of weeks after the killing frost will require some mental adjustment. Some other activity will fill the void, but as always, it's the crossover phase that's worrisome. I've tried to mitigate the sadness of seeing frozen blackness sweep over the planting beds that I've been nourishing since May. I've been pulling out the spent vines as the early plantings reached the end of the line and stopped producing. I'm clinging like grim death to whatever is still alive, trying to squeeze every last tomato and cucumber from the soil. It's become a losing battle. Even though warmer temperatures have returned, the sun angle is now much lower. The growth rate of the remaining plants is a mere shadow of what it was back in June and July when the sun hung high in the sky for 15 hours or more each day.
In the village cemetery the grass grows long in the old section. The summer hires that mowed the grounds through the summer have returned to college or wherever they go in the off season. Sadness seems to descend over the graves like a pall as they prepare to endure yet another winter.
2022-08-31, Day 5
Under a setting crescent moon, a wandering braid of Upright Creek separates itself from the main channel and finds its way down a broad meadow on its way to the Moose River, Mount Robson Provincial Park, British Columbia.
The descent from Upright Pass to this valley felt like something of a small miracle. We stood at the apex of the pass and looked down into a vast glacier carved depression, with massive amounts of ice still clinging to the uppermost halls of stone. The lower parts of the depression were forested, and on first inspection, the way forward appeared steep and comprising an incredibly difficult mess of twisted trees and rocks. It would take many hours to navigate the 2 ½ miles to where I thought we might camp, and the time was already past 3:00p in the afternoon. My spirits deflated, and I began to seriously question why I ever thought 4 days of off-trail travel was a good idea.
We began to pick our way down through the wreckage of trees, and it was not long before I saw a curious flat and highly weathered vertically oriented surface on a small diameter downed piece of wood. The maps we carried were produced in the 1990s, and these maps showed no trail from Upright Pass down to the valley below us. However, that flat surface could only have been made by a saw, which strongly suggested a trail once navigated the slope down which we stared, albeit how many decades ago we could only guess. Short, cool summers and long, cold winters with plenty of snow means decomposition proceeds slowly. Maybe that cut was made in the 1970s? The 1950s? The only thing that was clear was that a faint trail was discernible, and we continued to find the cut surfaces belying the work of some long disbanded crew of trail builders as we proceeded steeply down slope. The euphoria we both felt at the discovery of this long-lost right-of-way was immense, and it was an interesting indication of how much the uncertainty and difficulty of the previous four trail-less days had weighed upon us.
The cut logs and the old route were capricious, sometimes obvious and sometimes disappearing, but always trending downward and keeping somewhat near the stream that carried the glaciers away. We managed to follow the trail to the bottom of the slope and the head of the valley shown in this photo. At this point, there was a confluence with another stream coming in from a different short valley to the north and we lost all traces of trail amongst innumerable braided channels running overland and amongst the trees for over a ¼ of a mile. Wandering amongst the trees and wading through the abundant shallow water, we found occasional dry patches of ground and evidence of long-gone horse camps.
My first thought was to walk to the side of the meadow on the right in this image, and hopefully find dry ground near the toe-slope. I thought to push onward and find a spot to camp near a lake I had seen while planning the route. As it turned out, this was a poor idea, and it was not long before we found ourselves navigating piles of logs thoughtfully arranged by numerous avalanches over years past. Jumping down from one log I discovered I had incautiously plunged myself into a patch of nettles growing under some other, larger-leaved plants. Welts grew on the backsides of my hands and it was abundantly clear that horse packers had never navigated this side of the valley. We turned around and headed back to a horse camp we had seen some 30 minutes prior, and when we arrived, my friend wisely counseled that we should stay put for the night, and search for trail and find our way out of the valley on the morrow. As if to agree, the sun, moon, and clouds conspired together to create an enchanting display as we ate and nursed our tired feet. The sleeping bags called persistently as the light faded.
Mount Tamalpais, California
A view down the western slope of Mount Tam on a foggy spring day. The grass had been thinking of dying off after two months of little moisture, but has been reprieved by some recent rain. The foreground lupines are pulling out all stops to blossom brightly. Through a break in the clouds we can see the Bolinas lagoon at low tide.
Anyone visualizing a last second reprieve for the gulf menhaden will be disappointed, as Great Egrets rarely slip between the grab and the gullet. But not to worry, menhaden by the millions wash into the bayou and other coastal estuaries as larvae with the push of south winds in the spring, growing to a couple of inches by the end of summer when the first northers send them back out into the Gulf of Mexico where they mature at about six inches. Enough survive to make them the third largest fish harvest in the country, used mainly in pet foods, fish oil, and other non-edible products.
With the recent reprieve in upper 90-100 degree weather, I look forward to Fall, and the arrival of our winter birds. I'm hopeful we will receive sufficient rain in the Park to welcome our winter ducks.
Hoping for rain can be risky on the Gulf Coast. Drought to flood can happen very fast.
Brazos Bend State Park in SE Texas - 3/2022.
Valley View in mid-July. A series of welcome midsummer storms had recharged the streams and waterfalls over the past couple of weeks, getting even the ever-seasonal Ribbon Fall going again in the midst of this record drought. When the storms first came, two weeks before this, the river turned greenish-brown with mud from the rain falling on dusty ground. Thankfully, the mud didn't last, but the rains did. A welcome reprieve in the midst of this unnaturally dry year.
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A brief reprieve in the rain on this day, not so dramatic light but the scene itself is unbelievably vast and very, very high.
The Elephant Tree Play Me Tattoo
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_______________________
I long to feel my heart burned open wide, till nothing else remains
Except the fires from which I came
Like parted souls, divided for an age, awe and wonder I'd embrace
And the world anew again
But now, this picture from me fades
From still's cold hand, there's no reprieve, light the fire in me
Shine, shine your light on me
Illuminate me, make me complete
Lay me down, and wash this world from me
Open the skies, and burn it all away
Cause I've been waiting, all my life just waiting
For you to shine, shine your light on me
_______________________
Taken at Inspire Space Park
The gray of this day seems to slow everything down. The river is flat. The branches don't move. Our voices are muffled and intimate. We plod along a dirt path and pause in the stillness, appreciating the reprieve from the instability of existence.
With Unitmetals Recycling placed into Administration, the scraping of trains have been placed on hold. 37800 is seen heading east and away from the scrapyard giving 455703 & 455872 a short reprieve?, working the 5Q57 09:51 Newport Alexandra Dock Junction - Derby Litchurch Lane, where they will be stored.
Smoke rolling back in at sunset on Sunday, after a short but absolutely blissful reprieve. It brought with it some amazing pastels that sent me careening up to the ridge like a maniac, chasing the last dribbles of light.
I saw you in traffic today
you were just passing by
my heart sank to my stomach
and I began to cry
you took my heart, I want it back
I guess in the end it was courage you lacked
you said you loved me and were going to leave
You asked for more time, just a little reprieve?
I want to be done, I gave all I could
now get out of my head, out of my heart for good!
It was warmer yesterday as we got a reprieve from the Polar Vortex. I took my grandson Quincy for a walk along the waterfront in Toronto. This is one of five photos of the ice as it is breaking up in Lake Ontario.
Best seen large by clicking on the photo.
Thanks for visiting, enjoy each day. Explored on Feb 5, 2019 #258. Highest position: 245 on Wednesday, February 6, 2019
A clean repainted UP SD70M leads westbound train 135 through Cleveland at Shaver's Crossing on a picture perfect December afternoon. A good amount of these UP repaints have been showing up around these parts lately and are a nice reprieve from the grungy and faded power that is associated with their fleet.
What a difference a day makes. After weeks of sub freezing temps and 8-9 inches of snow yesterday, we got a one day reprieve with a nice day in the mid 40s. This allowed me to go over to Cylburn and take some pictures in the snow. As often as I visit there, I have never been there with a camera in the winter. Didn't even need a coat, hat or gloves today, but it's back to the cold tomorrow.
How exciting to be able to get two really great life birds this month!! I saw the report for an Emperor Goose in Pacifica this morning so we headed over. It was somewhat distant but so happy to get to see this beautifully striking goose!
On the way back to the car, we passed an NBC news crew walking on the path that had come out to do a story on this goose. The reporter asked me if she could interview me, but I declined. I saw the news at 5 and they had a short clip but no interviews. It was a good reprieve to go see the goose and great to see something positive reported on the news instead of the doom and gloom we have all been experiencing.
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Located near Show Low, Arizona, this small state park is situated above 6000 feet above sea-level and offers a reprieve from summer's brutal heat.
Picture of the Day x 9
Since it's starting to get so hot around here, I thought I would cool things down a bit.
I took this shot a year and a half ago on one of the few snowy days we had that winter. Enjoy.
With the hills reaching peak greens and fresh leaves sprouting on trees, David picked the perfect time for a visit to the Bay Area. After spending a few days in SF, he straight up told me he had seen enough concrete and needed a dose of nature reprieve. With mostly sunny skies I had the perfect remedy.
We decided to hit up my favorite spot for shooting the hills. Perched high above we were able to see the expanse area of hills rolling with side lighting from the sun creating light and shadow play. To our luck some high clouds blanketed the sky and helped diffuse the sunlight for a much softer lighting. With the hills perfectly lit I decided to pano the scene to show the full expanse of the hills. The entire shoot ended up being extremely productive but best of all, David and his family were all psyched to enjoy the hills and take in the breathtaking views.
Sony α7r II
EF 70-200mm f/2.8L IS II
"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it." - Groucho Marx
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After yesterday's massive dumping of snow, Mother Nature decided we deserved a day off from shoveling and let the sun shine today.
Now it's only a 24 hour reprieve, because the snow is supposed to start up again some time tomorrow.
The temperature is supposed to be mild, so at least being out to shovel should be comfortable... if we're really looking for that silver lining.
Anyway, hope everyone has had a good day.
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When a thick crust of ice forms on the surface of the snow, voles and “varmints” get a reprieve from hunters. There won’t be any headlong dives into the powdery snow by skillful canine hunters. Patiently sitting pretty and scanning the hills is just about all a coyote can do, hoping for a glimpse of a vole or hare trapped above the crusty snow. It doesn’t help an empty belly but it feeds the inquisitive wildlife advocate that watches in wonder.
HFF flickr friends. We head off chasing sunshine and rivers for a few weeks tomorrow, so you may have a reprieve from me ;). wishing you all a joy filled weekend.
Situated in the core of historic downtown Deseronto ON, The O’Connor House English Tea Room provides a wonderful selection of delectable meals and sweets to experience in the Victorian dining room - homemade soups and breads, an enjoyable lunch or afternoon tea, delightful desserts and the finest Devonshire scones in the area.
Deseronto offers a welcome reprieve from mainstream sights and activities, while providing ease of access to both rural and urban amenities. Characterized by its beautiful open waterfront on the Bay of Quinte; historic downtown featuring specialty shops, antique & collectible dealers, artisans, dining and services;
A still night at Port Talbot steelworks in South Wales. Port Talbot is the largest steelworks in the UK. It was reprieved from closure in 2016 and still employs over 4000 - the whole town depends on it but the long term future is always uncertain.
We drive past it on the motorway all the time. It always looks great in the dark. I'll put more photos on in the coming days, including a 'detonation' of the blast furnace.