Yes, that is a full moon. And lightning. And fireworks. After all, it was July 1st!
Gaspacho in a Kincardine restaurant. Delicious AND beautiful.
The covered bridge in Wakefield, Quebec.
Saints-Anges Gardiens Church in Lachine.
Snow geese feeding before their long flight.
This dragon fly rested on the Rose of Sharon for a good hour. He was very happy there.
Oleander seeds trying out their ballet steps.
Such delicate parachutes.
An orchid in silhouette.
A young poppy bud aspiring to be like Mom.
A tiny macro world on a log in the forest.
Succulent swiss chard after the rain, wearing a veil of dill.
Grungy, feral cats chill.
A Mennonite farmer ploughing his fields in Ontario.
A lovely barn still stands proud.
A shed in the country -- wrapped in blue to match my mood on that November day.
Woodpiles always remind me of Robert Frost.
Sailboats in the fog in Pointe Claire.
The great egret takes flight.
She let him lead the way, hoping to charm the visitors into offering some snacks.
He acted almost shy.
Big Bay stones.
Sailing The Griffin in Lake St. Louis.
Looking out over the Baie de Vaudreuil on a crisp winter morning.
The one who lost the battle.
Grungy feral cats take a break.
Abandoned shoe in the forest.
A young foal stays close to Mommy.
A golden field of straw bales.
The frozen water on the overturned water barrel.
More graffiti to add a splash to the fall colours.
The best ever Spanish Paëlla! From RestoBar Zool in Pointe Fortune.
One of my favourite elm trees on the way to St. Eugene, Ontario.