Skinny deer

Two deer grazing

On tonight’s bike ride, I found half a dozen deer graz­ing in the mead­ow west of 34th Street. They looked like they could use the food.

Series: Bike Ride Photos

The entire series: Down by the riv­er; Bike ride birds; The ex-gar­den and the weir; Snap­shots of a ride; Across Town; Black­bird; North Hill cam­pus; Lilacs and coun­try roads; A pop of colour; Back lane flow­ers; More Breniz­ers; The riv­er is high; A bird and a reflec­tion; Rideau Park; Writ­ing Retreat 2020, Day 7; Writ­ing Retreat 2020: The Num­bers; Storm dam­age, sun­flow­ers; Eleanor Kidd gar­dens; Scenes from today’s ride; All right, autumn can be pret­ty; Bike ride, April 10, 2021; Bike ride wildlife; Bike ride, May 16, 2021; Some flow­ers for you; Lilacs; Under the bridge; A fence, a tree, and the sky; Tur­tle Cross­ing; Ceme­tery crit­ters; On Reflec­tion; Week­end rides; Upon Reflec­tion; Deer and paparazzi; Sep­tem­ber Bike Ride; Corn & Sun­set; On Reflec­tion: Oct. 1st; Autumn Trees; A bit of graf­fi­ti; Novem­ber bike ride; Geese; Day 30; Quack quack; Skin­ny deer.

Quack quack

A duck on the grass

On my ride yes­ter­day, I spot­ted a duck along­side the walk­ing path. It spot­ted me, too, and moved cau­tious­ly away from me. 

Series: Bike Ride Photos

The entire series: Down by the riv­er; Bike ride birds; The ex-gar­den and the weir; Snap­shots of a ride; Across Town; Black­bird; North Hill cam­pus; Lilacs and coun­try roads; A pop of colour; Back lane flow­ers; More Breniz­ers; The riv­er is high; A bird and a reflec­tion; Rideau Park; Writ­ing Retreat 2020, Day 7; Writ­ing Retreat 2020: The Num­bers; Storm dam­age, sun­flow­ers; Eleanor Kidd gar­dens; Scenes from today’s ride; All right, autumn can be pret­ty; Bike ride, April 10, 2021; Bike ride wildlife; Bike ride, May 16, 2021; Some flow­ers for you; Lilacs; Under the bridge; A fence, a tree, and the sky; Tur­tle Cross­ing; Ceme­tery crit­ters; On Reflec­tion; Week­end rides; Upon Reflec­tion; Deer and paparazzi; Sep­tem­ber Bike Ride; Corn & Sun­set; On Reflec­tion: Oct. 1st; Autumn Trees; A bit of graf­fi­ti; Novem­ber bike ride; Geese; Day 30; Quack quack; Skin­ny deer.

Day 30

Classic car

For the 30th day of April, and my 27th day of bik­ing in April[1]I missed 3 days because a Col­orado low dropped enough rain that I could­n’t get to the garage., I went for a 16km bike ride and man­aged to snap a cou­ple pho­tos while I was out.

Above: A clas­sic car I spot­ted on a side street.

Below: The north wind was not fun to bike into, but at least it made the flags snap.

Canadian and Ukrainian flags
Sla­va Ukrai­ni, eh?

Series: Bike Ride Photos

The entire series: Down by the riv­er; Bike ride birds; The ex-gar­den and the weir; Snap­shots of a ride; Across Town; Black­bird; North Hill cam­pus; Lilacs and coun­try roads; A pop of colour; Back lane flow­ers; More Breniz­ers; The riv­er is high; A bird and a reflec­tion; Rideau Park; Writ­ing Retreat 2020, Day 7; Writ­ing Retreat 2020: The Num­bers; Storm dam­age, sun­flow­ers; Eleanor Kidd gar­dens; Scenes from today’s ride; All right, autumn can be pret­ty; Bike ride, April 10, 2021; Bike ride wildlife; Bike ride, May 16, 2021; Some flow­ers for you; Lilacs; Under the bridge; A fence, a tree, and the sky; Tur­tle Cross­ing; Ceme­tery crit­ters; On Reflec­tion; Week­end rides; Upon Reflec­tion; Deer and paparazzi; Sep­tem­ber Bike Ride; Corn & Sun­set; On Reflec­tion: Oct. 1st; Autumn Trees; A bit of graf­fi­ti; Novem­ber bike ride; Geese; Day 30; Quack quack; Skin­ny deer.

Foot­notes

Foot­notes
1 I missed 3 days because a Col­orado low dropped enough rain that I could­n’t get to the garage.

Geese

Geese on an island in the river

I guess it must be spring.

A goose on the bike path

Series: Bike Ride Photos

The entire series: Down by the riv­er; Bike ride birds; The ex-gar­den and the weir; Snap­shots of a ride; Across Town; Black­bird; North Hill cam­pus; Lilacs and coun­try roads; A pop of colour; Back lane flow­ers; More Breniz­ers; The riv­er is high; A bird and a reflec­tion; Rideau Park; Writ­ing Retreat 2020, Day 7; Writ­ing Retreat 2020: The Num­bers; Storm dam­age, sun­flow­ers; Eleanor Kidd gar­dens; Scenes from today’s ride; All right, autumn can be pret­ty; Bike ride, April 10, 2021; Bike ride wildlife; Bike ride, May 16, 2021; Some flow­ers for you; Lilacs; Under the bridge; A fence, a tree, and the sky; Tur­tle Cross­ing; Ceme­tery crit­ters; On Reflec­tion; Week­end rides; Upon Reflec­tion; Deer and paparazzi; Sep­tem­ber Bike Ride; Corn & Sun­set; On Reflec­tion: Oct. 1st; Autumn Trees; A bit of graf­fi­ti; Novem­ber bike ride; Geese; Day 30; Quack quack; Skin­ny deer.

Bubble lights

Dried flowers tied with a ribbon

I wrote about 1,000 more words tonight in Dried Flow­ers, and here’s a snip­pet, a snatch of con­ver­sa­tion about old-style bub­ble lights.

Her: Why did you dig out those damn lights?

Him: They were from her mom’s place. I thought… I thought it might be a nice con­nec­tion for her. A link to, to the past.

Her: They’re fire hazards.

Him: No more than any oth­er string of bulbs on the tree.

Her: They’re fifty years old. More.

Him: And? I’m fifty years old.

I also learned that bub­ble lights are still made today, and a lot of them use a chem­i­cal called meth­yl­ene chlo­ride because it’s got a low boil­ing point (39.6°C, low enough that a light­bulb can make it bub­ble). The down­side is that a) it might be car­cino­genic and b) your body will prob­a­bly con­vert it to car­bon monox­ide if you ingest it. So, uh… don’t eat the bub­ble lights, I guess.

Colour photo of a greyscale world

Snow on the windowpane

Today was the start of the bliz­zard ’round these parts. I took this pho­to of the lacy snow on my front pic­ture win­dow at about 1:20 PM, after I’d shov­eled the walk for a sec­ond time.

The snow keeps com­ing, but not as bad here as oth­er places; I’d be hap­py, though, if the wind would just die down a bit. I guess that’s what I get for liv­ing on the prairie.

Nerdy details: 50mm, f/2.8, 1/4000s, ISO 100.