Despite signs of heavy frost damage, Dons Rose bushes were still producing lovely flowers. There was also a heavy crop of Rose hips.
Our arrival was greatly anticipated by Benz. I did not have time to unpack. Benz insisted it was ball time. So I wore out my throwing arm while Benz w (...)
The entrance to Don's property has had a security enhancement. Benzilla now guards the approach and woe to him who dares trespass. A piece of the prev (...)
I asked Don if Kathleen was making us an apple pie along with the sugar pies. Don perked up and cried out, "I'll ask her right now." He called her an (...)
Don mentioned other security updates but was coy on specifics. Could this innocuous-looking, ancient stuffed critter now house a security camera? A ne (...)
Of course, Benz had to show us that he hadn't forgotten how to herd cats. This is a classic shot of Canine Management trying to reason with a Union Ca (...)
Have a cup of Mayo Sunshine! My gear stored, Benz drowsing and Don having caught up on his messages, we sat on his porch to enjoy the warm afternoon e (...)
Donna was in fine spirits upon arrival. The long bus ride from Toronto had served only to build her excitement at finally being back at the Hermitage (...)
It wasn't long before a pair of smart gals arrived in Heather's smart car. Heather was looking relaxed and in good spirits. I gave Heather hug - well (...)
An early morning view of the Blanche river. The mist was just starting to form on the water. I wanted to go out with the camera RIGHT NOW. However, we (...)
Of course, Don had to say good morning to the dog and both cats. Jeepers, you see the furballs all the time. Let's go. What ARE those women doing? I b (...)
We exited Don's lane and proceeded up the hill. The fields across from his place had already burned off in the glare of the sun. I was crestfallen. Bu (...)
I had Don stop at the top of the Mayo hill. It was much later than I had hoped. The mist was beginning to thin. Too early could have meant too much fo (...)
Thanksgiving Weekend started off weird as usual in Britannia Park, with some old man trying to pick me up on the street. No, wait ... it was Don picki (...)
We arrived in Mayo early enough to find a mist still clinging to Don's fields and forested hills. His barn is just out of sight on the right. Cool nig (...)
For those who can see, this never changing scene is an ever changing scene. I never get tired of it. I hope you don't either. It is a terrible shame w (...)
Another yelp from me startled the gals but Don smoothly slid the car to a stop on the shoulder. We were halfway to Charlie's Ranch. I just had to phot (...)
This view is just to the left of the previous shot. I liked the way the sunbeams were penetrating the fog. At this rate, the fog would soon be gone. A (...)
We finally arrived at Charlie's Ranch for a well-earned photographer's breakfast. We've tried Charlie's before but it had always been closed. Now it w (...)
This wood oven caught my eye. Did they make bread here? Was it a pizza oven? I never did find out.
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