The river is high

Panorama from the bridge

But I guess 155mm of rain in a sin­gle day—honestly, in about 6 hours—and then anoth­er, what, 30mm in about half an hour a cou­ple days lat­er will do that.

Tak­en on a 20km bike ride on Cana­da Day.

Panorama from the bridge

The white lines in the image above show rough­ly where the water should be.

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.

Lilacs and country roads

Lilac, close up

Anoth­er week­end, anoth­er 25-km ride with my cam­era. I found lilacs, coun­try roads, and an angel in a grave­yard for you.

Want prints? Let me know, we can work some­thing out.

Lilacs

I shot the lilacs with a polar­iz­ing lens, which can add dra­ma to the sky. Which one do you like bet­ter? I’m par­tial to the dark­er sky, which makes the flow­ers real­ly stand out.

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.

The light, the light

Soft pale light on a grey wall

I went on cam­pus yes­ter­day for the first time in a month, and took a few min­utes to check just how emp­ty the Knowles Douglas/Student Union com­plex was. No lights were on; it was all lit, soft­ly, by the sun.

Above is the cor­ri­dor that con­nects the Stu­dent Union build­ing to the KD space, where the book­store and the cof­fee shop are. Below is a view of the closed cof­fee shop.

The coffee shop
For­bid­den Flavours, closed for now

And, as a bonus, today I saw a robin in the yard. I snapped a few pho­tos at a high zoom through the screen and win­dow. I think the lines of the screen con­tribute to the slight­ly sur­re­al look of the pho­to.

Robin redbreast in my yard
Robin on a downed branch

The ex-garden and the weir

The erstwhile Eleanor Kidd Gardens

Pho­tos from today’s bike ride: the once and per­haps future Eleanor Kidd gar­dens, and the weir on the riv­er near First Street.

There’s some evi­dence that the city (or some­one) has plans to ren­o­vate the gardens—there’s a rough road along­side the space, where before there was noth­ing, and some dirt piles near­by. I most­ly hope some­thing gets done. It was a love­ly space, back when it was cared for. I went to a wed­ding there, and it was full of flow­ers of all colours and scents.

(The part of me that finds beau­ty in decay likes it how it is. Well, except maybe for the spray-paint­ed penis on one of the pil­lars.)

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.

Workin’ from home

My work-from-home setup

For a while now I’ve won­dered just how nec­es­sary it is for me to be on cam­pus. I live about five min­utes’ walk­ing dis­tance away; when I bike to work, it takes about as long to lock up my bike and walk to my office as it does for me to get to the Uni­ver­si­ty.

Now that the offi­cial word is “work from home if you can”, I’ve got my lap­top at home. Today I grabbed one of my two exter­nal mon­i­tors, too, so that I can code on one screen and view the results on anoth­er.

(Lap­top wall­pa­per: The Foun­tain of Indo­lence by J. M. W. Turn­er; exter­nal mon­i­tor wall­pa­per: my pho­to of the Milky Way from sum­mer 2019.)

Also, it turns out that a book on mythol­o­gy is inte­gral to my set­up; with­out it, the exter­nal mon­i­tor isn’t up high enough.

Monitor, back view

(My ISP’s upload speed is pret­ty abom­inable, but that’s a prob­lem for anoth­er day, I think.)

Two years

Eye (photo by Vanessa Bumbeers)

…and I real­ly don’t miss wear­ing glass­es all day every day.

(On St. Patrick­’s Day, 2018, I got my eyes lasered into prop­er shape by these fine peo­ple, and went from a 20/400 pre­scrip­tion in my good eye to a 20/16 in both.)

Some­times, when I’m feel­ing a lit­tle dopey in the morn­ing, I’ll still reach for them. (And find the read­ers on the night­stand, and put them on, and won­der why every­thing’s a lit­tle blurred…)

That reminds me, though, it’s prob­a­bly time to sched­ule an eye appoint­ment…

(That’s still not my eye­ball. Pho­to by Vanes­sa Bum­beers on Unsplash)

A friendly face

At the cof­fee shop this grey Mon­day morn­ing, the young woman behind me asked if I used to work at the research sta­tion. I said no, I’ve worked at the uni­ver­si­ty for 25 years¹.

You look famil­iar, though,” she said. “Maybe it’s just that you’ve got a friend­ly face.”

It’s good to know that my Mon­day face was­n’t a scowl.


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