Almost invisible, this tree is perhaps 100 yards off the road. The bush beyond was a vague shadow.
Too often we enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought. – John F. Kennedy, 35th US president (1917-1963)
A view of the main drag in our little home town, Dresden Ontario. The northern part of it is called St. George Street, and the southern part is called North Street (why, I have not yet learned).
This photo, taken on a kind of gloomy and quiet Sunday, belies the traffic we see during tomato harvest season, or on any busy weekday. Cars, tractors, transports, can clutter the street then. I like the cool mural, and the clock tower in the middle distance graces the municipal building. the clock chime still works and keeps good time; we can hear it on a calm evening at very close to the time our mantel clock chimes.
Dresden is less busy these days than during its heyday in the 1800s and the early 1900s. Like so many small towns in farming country in Canada and in the States, it’s trying to stay relevant, trying to keep people from migrating to and shopping in larger towns and cities. I think it’s doing perhaps not as well as some towns, better than others. Our grocery store is busy and almost vibrant. There is a good butcher a the edge of town. there are two attorneys, a good photographer, a Tim’s (of course), Bella’s (a very good place for lunch), a marvellous small Carnegie Library with extraordinarily helpful, personable staff, the ConAgra canning plant, the Esso station where brothers Dennis and Francis dispense gasoline and conversation, Burns Restaurant, Uncle Tom’s Cabin Historic Site, and much more.
Dresden is a human-scaled town. You can comfortably walk from anywhere to anywhere in town. People walk in the streets and drivers move over, hockey goals are set up in the streets, people wave at one another. We love living in our small town.
It seems that the entire universe is talking about Rob Ford, offering their opinion, blogging their outrage. So I will . . .
. . . say I am embarrassed and that I hope parents use him as an example of how to not conduct oneself. And that is all I care to say here.
This lovely sunset greeted me when I walked out to my car at the end of my work day. I zoomed in to the scene in another photo yet decided I liked this one more, liked the road angling through the image. Scenes like this are reason to give thanks to be alive.