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All right, autumn can be pretty

Autumn Leaves

Those who know me know that I much pre­fer spring and sum­mer to fall. I love the new growth of spring, and I would much rather wear shorts and T‑shirts than long johns and parkas. Autum­n’s begin­ning brings with it the threat of inevitable win­ter, and it makes me some­what melan­choly.

But I will grudg­ing­ly admit that ear­ly autumn, before the cold sets in to stay, has its own charms.

Con­tin­ue read­ing “All right, autumn can be pret­ty”

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.

Stargazing with the gang

I went out to Image Hill again, but this time I had a posse. My broth­er-in-law Cy and all three nieces at the farm decid­ed to come with me. It was anoth­er dark, clear night, with a breeze verg­ing on a wind.

I did about a 45-minute star trail shot (above) while they all lay on the ground and gazed at the stars. I also got a shot of the girls check­ing out the Milky Way.

The nieces checking out the galaxy

And one of just the Milky Way, for bal­ance.

The Milky Way behind a telephone pole

And a sin­gle frame from the star trail com­pos­ite, with the trail from a mete­or in the low­er left, and the Big Dip­per next to the tree.

Tree, Big Dipper, and a meteor

Clear skies at the farm

The halfway tree at night

We got to the farm last night in the dark, and the skies were clear and star­ry. So, after vis­it­ing for a bit, I took my cam­era and tri­pod out in the lane.

Godspeed, Ron

The sign for Kalbergs' Värmland Farm

We got a call on Thurs­day evening, late; lat­er than Kath­leen’s mom Mary usu­al­ly calls.

My father-in-law, Ron, died sud­den­ly on Thurs­day. He’d gone out to clear some bro­ken branch­es out of the brush, and he did­n’t come back in. Mary found him by the trac­tor.

Ron’s obit­u­ary

We spent the week­end out at the farm. On Sun­day, I went out in the yard and on the road, and took a few pho­tos, as is my way.

Sign for the Conservation Corner contributed by Ron & Mary
Con­ser­va­tion Farm
The Halfway Tree between Brandon and Winnipeg, viewed from the east side
Every­one’s favourite: the Halfway Tree
A panorama of the yard at the farm, with a tree on the right side
An attempt­ed panora­ma of part of the yard

One of us—I think it was Kath­leen, but I agree 100%—that at least he died doing what he loved: being mad at a tree.

Scenes from today’s ride

Map of my bike ride

I went about 22km on my bike today with my cam­era.

CHAOS written on an orange reflector square screwed to a concrete bollard
CHAOS
Four trees, growing in the median between two roads; two are yellow, two are still green
I’m not ready for yel­low leaves
A police vehicle with its right front panel smashed up and the passenger-side airbag deployed, sitting in a repair lot
Seen bet­ter days
A cornfield, almost entirely harvested, except for about a dozen stalks in a clump right at the edge of the field
I’m call­ing this one “You missed a spot”

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.

I’m in a podcast

fountain pen on notepad

Years ago I wrote a fun­ny lit­tle flash sto­ry, called “Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One”, and shopped it around a bit to the few comedy/fantasy mar­kets I could find. Nobody bit, so I shrugged and post­ed it here on my site.

Ear­li­er this year, I got a mes­sage out of the blue from one of the peo­ple behind a SF/F/H pod­cast called Plan­et Racon­teur. He’d stum­bled across my sto­ry and was inter­est­ed in adding it to their pod­cast. I said “Sure”.

And now it’s been post­ed, as the lead sto­ry in Episode 11. Enjoy!

Reflections at Sunset

Sunset at the edge of town

The clouds looked inter­est­ing, about ten min­utes before sun­set last night, so I grabbed my cam­era and went to the west edge of town. I man­aged to get the last sliv­er of sunset—see the pho­to above.

I also snapped some pho­tos of the sun’s reflect­ed light on the clouds:

Orange sunset light on the clouds
Sun­set light on the clouds

…and on the moon.

The half-moon
Sun­light bounc­ing off the moon