Crepuscular rays over Lake St. John
Crepuscular rays streak from the sky and foil the water’s surface like silver leaf.
How could I not revisit sky watch for this moment, captured over the August long weekend at the cottage? Magnificent.
September sunset in Ottawa, Ontario
I stepped out onto our hotel room’s balcony to photograph this sunset while we were in Ottawa, Ontario, over the Labour Day weekend.
I stood there, mesmerized, long after the shutter had opened and closed.
Hot-air balloon parade over the Ottawa River
Perhaps the most charming part of our recent Labour Day Weekend getaway to Ottawa, Ontario, was our inadvertent participation in the 2009 Gatineau Hot Air Balloon Festival.
No matter where we were in the city at what time, the balloons eventually came into view: Friday night they drifted overhead as we ate dinner at ...
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Round crusty loaf from Offshore Bakery in Southampton, Ontario
One of the treats mom and I brought back to Kincardine from Southampton during our August vacation. All things good food in Grey and Bruce Counties can be found via the Grey Bruce Agriculture and Culinary Association.
Beefsteak tomatoes at Ottawa’s ByWard Market
Has there ever been a varietal more aptly named than the “beefsteak” tomato? Weighty and dense, tender and flavourful. Best eaten in thick slices. Just like a nice cut of, well, beef steak.
My favourite thing about this tomato, however, is its reputation as a bit of a renegade. Its defiantly large size and bulbous ...
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Kincardine, Ontario: Sun setting into the rough waters of Lake Huron
[Begin vacation]
Run each morning along the shoreline trails. Walk to the beach each night to watch the sun set. Drink gin and tonics while gliding lazily on the porch swing in the afternoons. Pop out the back door to snip fresh thyme, oregano, parsley, and chives from the herb garden while ...
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Raspberry picking at the Rose Family Farm in Mount Albert, Ontario
It rained the whole time we were in the field. I think the berries taste that much sweeter for our dedication.
The fruits do not yield their true flavor to the purchaser of them, nor to him who raises them for the market. There is but one way to obtain it, yet few take that way. If you would know the flavor of huckleberries, ask the cow-boy or the partridge. It is a vulgar error to suppose that you have tasted huckleberries who never plucked them.
—Henry David Thoreau, in Walden
In other words, you must become one with the fruit.
Sunset over Treasure Cove, Prince Edward County
Having just returned from a second visit to Picton, Ontario, almost exactly a year since the first, this town in Prince Edward County, population 3,983, is becoming our official fall weekend getaway destination.
Certain traditions seem to be forming around this annual trip: One of us battles illness (this time Michael was sick Continue reading ...
Reeds, High Park
By the time mid-September rolls around, Michael and I will have gone three summers without camping. When we lived in Montréal, where back-country canoeing was a scant two hours away and all parks operated on a first-come-first-served basis rather than a reservations system, we disappeared into the wilderness at least twice a summer. One of our favourite spots was ...
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