
While stratus clouds at the east edge of a snow squall blushed at the first touch of sunlight, the steam plume emitted by a power plant remained in shadow, awaiting the suns’ kiss. The corn stubble already feels the suns’ faint, frosty caress.

While stratus clouds at the east edge of a snow squall blushed at the first touch of sunlight, the steam plume emitted by a power plant remained in shadow, awaiting the suns’ kiss. The corn stubble already feels the suns’ faint, frosty caress.

I deliberated this morning over whether to bring the PlayBook or the Fuji camera. Turns out it’s good I opted for the former.
I saw this contrail far to the southeast of where I stood this morning and zoomed in on it. If you look closely at the contrail you can see colours refracting out. Further, the tendrils below are (I think) heavier ice crystals precipitating out. A very pretty and different view of a very common sight in North American skies.

It’s such a humble thing and few people might think of making their own bread. Faye found a book at our library – Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day – and began experimenting. She liked it so much that she hinted she’d like to add the new edition to our cookbook library. For once I paid attention and gave it to her for Christmas.
Making your starter batch is quite simple. Even I can do it as I proved on Sunday. Takes little time, as does shaping each loaf. Our breads have turned out with a lot of what I call ‘body’ – chewy with a crisp crust that gives my jaws a workout, lots of flavour. Store bought bread isn’t nearly as satisfying, not to mention having some unpronounceable ingredients.
Yum.