While my family had dogs during my childhood, my real introduction to love of and for dogs began in 1989.
Moxy Kingsley Maxxum Foxfire, aka Kingsley Leigh, was (and I understand I am anthropomorphizing) kind, patient, tolerant of my ignorance of all things dog.
Without having her in my life it is possible I would never have known how good it is to share life with a dog. Or dogs. I expect to continue doing so for as long as possible.
Tundra Swans gather by the thousands in the corn- and potato-fields near Grand Bend Ontario as they start their journey to their nesting grounds in the far north.
Were fortunate to be able to detour last weekend to see the swans. It was an overcast day with light snow falling. These two commuted from a field on one side of the road we observed from, to a field on the other side of the road.
The other morning a small thing, unusual yet very easily overlooked, caught my eye.
It was a very foggy morning, visibility about 100 meters (about 110 yards), temperature -2C (28F). Driving to work the water droplets contacted the car’s side mirror housing and froze. As I continued driving they accreted, creating an unusual mini-landscape, or ice-scape if you prefer.
I try to see and appreciate these small things. Sometimes (not often enough) I do.
An appropriately wintry scene.
Faye looked out the window last night and drew my attention to this spectacular sunset.
Tundra Swans are on the move. I drove by a field and hundreds were flying, standing, resting.
Spring is here. I’m blessed to witness its arrival.
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