Not too long ago, I took you on a walk (or a photo tour if you prefer of downtown Ottawa). Now, I’d like to invite you to walk with me in a totally different venue: the park or at least the walkway beside the river near our neighbourhood. Yesterday, Cuppa and I trudged through the snow to get our exercise and see if there were any pretty pictures to be had. I don’t know about pretty, but I do know about pictures. Please tag along with us.
This is the sight just across the road from us. The flag on the fire hydrant is for location purposes if the hydrant gets snowed under. In the big, record setting snows several years ago, it the flag was buried or close to it.
We chose to enter the river walkway via this entrance by a new subdivision that is going up next to us, thereby avoiding the icy section nearer the other entrance where I recently fell ever so daintily.
There are several boardwalks over the more swampy areas.
Cuppa's red coat, purchased at Pacific Rim National Park on the west coast of Vancouver Island, makes for a nice focal point amongst the path's light and shadow.
She was really in the shadows in this section. Just beyond Cuppa, the woods open onto a clearing although in the next photo we jog right first.
I really liked the light and shadow here along with the converging lines of the fences. I believe it is legitimate to use the $64 word for light and shadow: chiaroscuro.
We walk out of the woods onto the field directly toward the river.
We turned back about where the dog is standing in this picture. The dog had come from behind us. We met several dogs and humans on our walk.
Back along the wooded section, I stopped for one more photo emphasizing chiaroscuro. Somebody please stop me if I'm using the word incorrectly.
Unlike the promenades of both Doris* and Smitten**, we don't see many birds or any other wildlife*** on our excursions, but just as we leave the path, there is a little pond. Here three ducks and one Canada Goose hunker down on the ice next to a patch of open water. It's a mystery to me why some geese refuse to fly south. Too lazy? Whatever the reason, it may explain why we use the term, Silly Goose. EDIT: They were still there on my walk this morning when it was -27°C/-17°F. The amount of open water has decreased, however. Now I feel sorry for the Silly Goose. What does it eat, I wonder.
*Doris is a friend from childhood who still lives in Montreal. Shes not a frequent blogger but posts many fine bird, animal and insect photos on Thoughts and Things.
**I have never met Hilary, but oddly enough, she is also from my hometown of Montreal and now lives in Mississauga where I also once lived. Mississauga is essentially the western edge of Toronto, but it’s not officially part of the city. She frequently posts photos from the park near her on The Smitten Image.
***I find it ironical that both Doris and Hilary are able to post all sorts of bird and animal pictures while I am not. The irony is that I live in small town within a rural region while they both live in much more populated areas, especially Doris who lives on the crowded island of Montreal. But I see few birds although I did see a deer or two before the builders got busy near the path. My thinking is that animal life must seek the green oases within urban centres where Doris and Hilary walk, but that they tend to remain more aloof from humans in rural regions where they have countless acres of woods and farmland to frolic in. To wit: we have a fine suet feeder out back, but nary a chickadee has paid it a visit.