Single Shot Monday: What Can I Say…

Single Shot Monday today is brought to you by the G-Man, aka Mr. G, honey. My partner in crime photography and life.

Back at Market Square in Guelph’s downtown core. You’ll recognize the spot from here.

And why didn’t I get this shot, you ask?

Here’s how it went down.

We were strolling through Market Square in late October, taking in the colour, the rain, the wet glory that is autumn. I walked by Eric the Baker, sniffed, pivoted, and walked right in the door. We had read about this pastry shop in a Guelph tourism magazine. I ordered a cappuccino and a piece of deliciousness times two, and squeezed into the small bar stool counter at the window with my fellow patrons.

Happily munching away, I took in the sights and scents of the bakery. Lunch items were already being prepped, and there was a constant flow of traffic between the register and door. Eric was doing a brisk business. No surprise there. I wanted to eat everything.

Back to the window.

G-Man suddenly jumps up and grabs his camera and is out the door. I tore my eyes from the pastry cases and looked out the window. A crowd was gathering across the street, and I could see a man and woman standing in the water pool outside of City Hall. Huh.

I happily munched and watched and thought about taking a shot of all the people taking a shot of the man and woman standing ankle-deep in water. But I was in the sugar zone. It’s my drug of choice.

Only they weren’t standing.

He was standing.

She was…

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And he and she turned out to be illusionist Ted Outerbridge and dancer/illusionist Marion Outerbridge of Outerbridge Clockwork Mysteries.

I hope they come to the Toronto area in the near future. Or even a day’s driving distance of the GTA. I’ll be first in line for a performance.

As for Eric the Baker, I guess pastry chef trumped illusionist. You can find Eric on Twitter at Eric the Baker @baker6555.

Sorry I missed the éclair, Eric.

Next time.

And Monday floats in on an illusion.


P.S. Thanks, Mr. G, for a great Single Shot Monday.

Close Shot Friday 077 +

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The lollapalooza that is autumn this year is about to come to an end.

I’m letting my psyche get all pruney in it.

It has to get me through the winter.

Not that winter doesn’t have a beauty all its own.

It does.

But autumn — lollapalooza, baby.

In other news ~

This morning, I watched fat snow flurries swirl through the air and thought about thermal undies, and where I could get them. Stat.

This morning, I washed my hair twice with conditioner before I figured out it wasn’t lathering because it wasn’t shampoo, and I thought about how a Molly Weasley Howler could have been used to prevent that scenario. The font on hotel guest amenities is teeny tiny.

This morning, I made steel cut oats with nuts and berries and flax seed and thought about Eggs Benedict — maybe a poutine version — with a side of maple bacon donut. No judging.

And finally, this morning I thought I’d better hunker down with the wip — work-in-progress — before the heroine does bodily harm to the hero.

Maybe he should bring her a maple bacon donut.

Okay. She just gave me the stink eye.


TGIF, baby.

You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…


Hump Day Meets The Polar Vortex…

The north wind polar vortex doth blow,

And we shall have…

The internet is wonky today.

I’m blaming it on the polar vortex.

There is not enough walnut in my oatmeal this morning.

Yep. Polar vortex.

I’m having trouble following the plot of The Honourable Woman.

Polar vortex.

The zombie squirrel using my garden as a giant root cellar…

Under the influence of the PV.

Either that, or it must be Hump Day.


Something to take your mind off the polar vortex.

Or Hump Day.

Or whatever.

On the road ramble in late October, we swung through Guelph, Ontario. This is part of Market Square in the downtown core.

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You know I love a good bench. A good bench in the rain, even better.

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Guelph will not disappoint in the autumn. Wet, leaves, reflections on the stairs of the Church of Our Lady Immaculate, which watches over Market Square quietly, somberly, soberly, diligently.

I’m loving the ly words this morning.

These next three images were taken at the University of Guelph, Macdonald Stewart Art Centre, Donald Forster Sculpture Park. That is a mouthful.

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This is part of a 4-piece sculpture depicting the Canadian camping experience.

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Those socks looked warm. Even in bronze. I wanted to try them on for size. Boots, too. #canttakemeanywhere

The detail blows me away.

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Hands down, my favorite piece.

Here’s a link to the sculpture garden. Hover over any number and find out who created the piece and when. Click on a number and an image will pop up. 36 works in all. I swoon.

I’m out freezing my polar vortex off, bagging leaves as fast as I can. B.S.

Before snow.

Here be Hump Day.

Click over it.


Single Shot Monday: Translucence…

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Translucent Autumn

I just can’t get enough of this.

This being autumn.

Autumn color.

My neighbor’s maple tree is releasing its leaves into the wilds of Burbville.

Mostly my backyard.

Okay. His backyard, too.

We’re both living in a thick carpet of maple leaves right now. Only half are down.

We’re waiting.

And waiting.

When you can rake once, why rake twice?


Fitbit did not hear me say that.

Of course, raking twice is always better. Always.

Right, Fitbit?

And Monday blows in on a carpet of leaves.


I’m Stuck At P Is For Pumpkin…

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I can’t get enough of these babies.

‘Tis the season.

I am neck deep in Scrivener II — advanced Scrivener — this week.

This be a blog quickie.

Hover and click.

You know you want to.

Let’s just eat pie for Hump Day.

Pie cures everything.

Pumpkin Pie.

With whipped cream.

I have a thing about whipped cream since visiting the Land of Lincoln.

Don’t ask.


Back in the Land of Lincoln…

Meanwhile, back in the Land of Lincoln.

Just over the Indiana border.

Past the Village of St. Joseph.

If you hit Champaign/Urbana, you’ve gone too far.

Out in the corn and soybean fields sits the Dairy Barn in Sidney, Illinois. Population about 1200.

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Let me just say right up front I’ve never been a big fan of soft serve.

Actually, ice cream isn’t my dessert of choice.

After a visit to LOL Sister in September, I have to amend that statement.

I’ve never been a big fan of soft serve, but I’m a big fan of the lemon soft serve I had at Sidney Dairy Barn.

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We hit this place just before noon. It wasn’t even open yet. We waited.

Soft serve for lunch. Who’s with me?

I understand there is always a line of an evening during the season. As in, the place is hopping.

I looked at the board. It was Saturday. The featured flavor for the week was lemon. Worked for me.

Because I love lemon. Lemonade. Lemon tart. Lemon meringue pie. Lemon squares. Lemon chicken. As a kid, I used to suck on lemons sprinkled with salt. Freak girl.

Staff opened the window promptly at noon, and I placed my order. We all had lemon. I ordered the small, but thought about ordering the kiddie cone. Two tongue-swipes in and I wished I had ordered the equivalent of a venti or trenta. You Starbuck folk know what I’m talking about.

It was the best soft serve I have ever had. Somewhere between ice cream and custard. Soft and smooth. Lemon, but not tart. That lemon had been mellowed out. It was in the zone. Mellow, baby. And just a hint of sweet. Even the cone had a flavor, and it wasn’t the cardboard flavor I’m accustomed to. It was a little vanilla here, a touch of I-have-no-idea there.

How I managed not to get a shot of this lemon deliciousness, I do not know. It was gone before I could even whip my not-so-smart-phone out of my back pocket. Licks fingers. Smacks lips.

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Seriously cute. I need that cow. There is a nice, empty space in my office over the garage just waiting for that cow. If that cow goes missing, Sidney Dairy Barn, it wasn’t me. I swears.

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Could I please have a ride in this Moo Mobile? Please, with lemon soft serve on it?

Here be Hump Day.


P.S. If I’m on that route again, Sidney Dairy Barn, I’ll be back…checking out the featured flavor. Count on it.