I’m used to water that does not freeze and pilings that either form a ferry dock or are a part of the diverse history of the west coast. The coal, fishing and forestry industries have all but become nonexistent with pilings being all that is left to mark where ships tied up to load and unload cargo and people.
A frozen lake, home and pilings – I clutch onto the image and the memories.
I sopped at this farm at around 3:30 – the light was warm and long, perfect for the browns of the barn, the cows and the stuff that cows make.
Old barns are one of the things that I have enjoyed about Ontario – they’re all over the place and each has it’s own character and stories to tell.
While I could barely see this old chimney as I drove on Highway 7 it called to me to take a look, to investigate, snoop around and imagine the tears of joy, pain and sorrow that were shed here.
The chimney is all that is left of what at some point was called home…
A tranquil spot in an area of many small lakes.
I’ll revisit when the snow has melted and the lake has thawed, just to explore and imagine, to dream and to think of how life must have been harsh yet perhaps wonderful in this spot.
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A sunny day but the temperature is -20 with a wind chill of sumbitch that’s cold finds me walking on the frozen waters of the Bay of Quinte.
I wanted to take my walk about because it was cool, and so I could take pictures of the little ice fishing shacks. Like people, ice fishing shacks come in all sizes and shapes – this one is looking back to Centennial Park, the safety of land and the warmth of a vehicle.
Behind this jaunty little shed is the Timmy’s Bridge, so named for the Tim Horton’s that used to be there…
A starboard channel marker with the library behind it.
Prince Edward County across the bay
A bit of fishing humour – I suppose you can have humour when you have a propane heater in your shack
I was told by a local expert that the ice was between 8 and 10 inches thick. This old foot print was 6 inches deep.
I don’t see the logic behind a camouflaged fishing shack on white ice. Mind you, I don’t see the appeal of sitting in a shack freezing one’s bum.
I happened to be at the junction of RCAF Road and the Canadian Pacific twin tracks just at the right moment.
Four engines pulling this train – CP 5857 EMD SD40-2, CP 9607 GE AC4400CW
Looking towards Sidney Street and the spur lines.
The snow was deep…
It was damn cold at the dam at Trent Severn lock four. This is a remotely controlled combined hydro and river control dam, one of the few that you can walk across to get to the corresponding lock.
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