Meanwhile, back at Bar Harbor…
The rock formations are stunning for both color and texture.
You want to click it bigger.
I’m baking Christmas cookies and eating an Oreo or twelve.
I see the irony.
We made our annual trek to the Gardiner Museum in Toronto for the Twelve Trees of Christmas exhibit. This is the 25th year, but not for me.
Celebrating All Things G is the theme for this year. And if you’re in the Greater Toronto Area, it’s on through December 15th. You can read more about it here.
This is from the tree Gnomes, Gremlins and Christmas! What Trickery Lurks in the Forest! (Susan Taylor Interior Design and Katherine Burke Design).
You might just be looking at a gremlin foot there. Just sayin’.
You’ll want to click it bigger, baby!
Leaves in a crevice.
It’s the shadowing that makes me think of a stone oak leaf cradling autumn leaves.
If you are in the U S of A, you are probably going all Black Friday today.
In Canadaland, I’m ignoring any suggestion of a Black Friday and scouring the garage for the outdoor extension cord so that the lights can go on the first Sunday in Advent, which is December 1. Bonus.
I think it may be headed for the border. It’s green and slithery. If you see it…
Gracie Golden Pup is running along the fence soliciting affection from the neighbors. I call it her shameless hussy routine! They fall for it every time.
Mr. G has a man cold. A. Very. Bad. Man. Cold.
I’m just a carrier.
TGIF, baby! You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…
On never mind. You’re eating a turkey sandwich, aren’t you?
That’s what comes to mind.
Okay. My mind.
The deep color is what drew my attention first.
These trim little balconies are facing the harbor.
Clones with a view.
Brought to you by snow.
And by you, I mean me.
It’s snowing here.
Where are my mittens?
Where is my toque?
Where is my tread?
I need these questions answered before Monday.
Brassica oleracea. Ornamental cabbage, baby.
But is it purely ornamental?
Not according to HowStuffWorks. It is edible. Bitter, but edible. Read more here.
Go on. Click on over.
This particular cabbage was hanging out at Edwards Gardens one fine November day.
I like the shadowing and the barely there green tips on the pink center leaves.
Friday comes roaring in like the wind, which we’ve had plenty of this November.
Housekeeping: I’m making some site changes. The links in the sidebar have now been moved to the Links page to make way for new material. The Links page has been updated to include links for writers, foodies, photographers, webcomics, and just some faves. It’s a dynamic page. I’ll be adding to it regularly.
Yesterday was 52 Fahren and sunny. The perfect day for raking leaves and stringing Christmas lights across the roof line. And plenty of my neighbors were doing just that. They had the work ethic going.
Which is not to say that we haven’t already had day temps in the 30s and snow showers and snow flurries.
But yesterday was 52 Fahren and sunny. The perfect day for heading out to the park and taking some delicious November photographs, and stopping at Panera for a bowl of black bean soup and a cappuccino.
Let’s just say that I didn’t even trip over my Protestant guilt as I sprinted out the door, camera bag flying behind me.
Just off the image at the bottom, right at the edge of that stone, is my foot.
In my eye-popping orange Converse.
It is November.
I got a little dizzy. The reflections were playing havoc with my center of dizzy.
Sunday slides in.
In May of this year, visiting Washington, D.C. for the first time, I was particularly moved by this war memorial — The Vietnam Women’s Memorial (dedicated November 11, 1993). It is a tribute to the women who served during the Vietnam War (1956-1975).
Today, we mark the 20th anniversary of the dedication of this memorial.
In Canada, it is Remembrance Day. In the U.S., it is Veterans Day. We remember those who have served; those who have fallen. We give thanks for their service and the sacrifices they have made. We honor them this day — lest we forget.
This bridge spans the Penobscot River at Bucksport, in the DownEast & Acadia Region of Maine.
It was a misty, moisty morning, and we were headed towards Camden.
This is one of two shots. The lines spoke to me.
It received an American Institute of Steel Construction Annual Award of Merit — Most Beautiful Steel Bridge, Class B, 1931.
Gets my vote.
Sunday stumbles in.