Thanks/Giving and The Tawayik Trail

What am I thankful for?  Drawing breath on planet earth?

The traditional things of course: health, roof over head, food in guts, a job.

A partner, friends, family, a dog.

Fuller's London Pride.

 The opportunity to make as many mistakes as I can possibly fit into a lifetime.

 I am thankful for the kind of life where I can get up at four a.m. on a Saturday morning, drink tea and read Woolf, then walk the dog on a deserted foggy trail just as the sun turns the grey clouds pink.

 I am thankful for those moments where I can see my life as-it-is, not through glasses tinted rose--or lenses stained black.

 I am glad I live in 'interesting times'.

 I am proud to be a member of The Fellowship of Solo Dance Partiers, Lodge #23.

Fog and Frost

The first frost at Elk Island came with a nice white-out fog.

Here's conehead Pooder investigating a muskrat nest beneath the dock.  Poor guy has had the cone on now for over two weeks.  I'm thinking he'll need it on for another week or so.

Hayburger Trail

 So I'm riding my bike on the Hayburger Trail, wondering if my Elk Island sojourn could be considered a 'slice of Canadiana'--I mean I'm surrounded by beavers, moose, geese, elk, and bison.  My roommate is an Acadian called Reeshaard.

 I'm reading Jacob's Room by Virginia Woolf.  Not as brilliant as The Waves, but she continues to be one of my favourite novelists...her descriptions of London town making me miss the metropolis as I listen to the coyotes howl somewhere on the Point.

 My new photographic series, 'Ambivalent Facial Expressions Whilst Cycling' continues...

 this herd below were lit by some great setting sunlight which I failed to capture.  They are

plains bison.  They roam the area north of Highway 16, while the Wood bison herd remain in the south.