I feel a bit of a fraud here. I was never a Tragically Hip fan, but in the last year and a half, Gord Downie has gained my full respect. He was an extraordinary human being, and I should take a closer look at his lyrics.
Of course, Kingston was his hometown and he is held in great reverence here. I went down to the vigil in Market Square.
The flag was at half mast on City Hall today.
This TV was set up in the back of a van, with concert footage. Meanwhile “Gord radio” was playing on the other side of the square.
This long piece of paper, or cloth (not sure) was being signed by fans, and there was also a book being signed.
I didn’t stay long because I wanted to leave it to the real fans. When I went by at 10pm, it was still going on, although the crowd had thinned. I think there may have been some musical memories going on at the Toucan as well, which is the only place I ever saw the Hip, opening for Mark Haynes and the Zippers. There–I’m aging myself!
No one could have had a more triumphant life than Gord Downie. Rest in Peace and may your music be remembered for a very long time and may the work you did with indigenous people be carried forward.
I have to say, I am very pleased with how well my new camera takes pictures in the dark. This is just a little point and shoot, with no tripod.
I went down to the end of West Street, as I am wont to do. When you live in a basement and two out of three of your windows look at walls, sometimes you want to go and commune with nature somewhere with a view.
As soon as I arrive, I gain a friend.
It’s a fun day for jet skiers. There were three out there. One was jumping four or five feet up in the air.
Seagulls tend to stay on the ground when the wind is like this…
…but some like to play “flying on the spot.”
More whitecaps, jet skiers and seagulls.
Boy, is it ever a grey and wet day out there today. The temperature is quite nice though, but it is supposed to drop precipitously by tomorrow. I had to go out to Wilton Road, so got some pictures on the way back.
I used to briefly live near this little park in Odessa. There is a subdivision back in there that wasn’t there five years ago.
Beautiful downtown Odessa. There are so many plain houses covered in siding. I wish they would paint them all bright colours and liven the town up.
This is one of the nicest buildings in Odessa. It doesn’t look like it is being used at the moment.
This new camera is very strange. Now and again, I take a picture, and it doesn’t appear. It’s gotten to the point where I take two of everything. I did take another picture in Odessa but it’s not there on the card. Either I didn’t take two, or it deleted both of them. Highly mysterious.
A pretty farmhouse on Clark Road. I had never been down Clark Road before. I had no idea that there was a whole community down in there.
Collins Creek–the big wetland between Kingston and Westbrook. I thought the colours were looking particularly wonderful today.
An elementary school in Westbrook.
I turned up Cataraqui Woods Drive from Princess Street. I had never been along this portion before. Between Princess Street and the 401 is all being built up, from Sir John A Macdonald Blvd. right through to Westbrook. The other spot where a lot of building is going on, is the west side of Hwy. 15 on the other side of the river. Seas of beige and grey! This penchant for dark grey everywhere, inside and out, makes me lose my will to live.
Highway 28 turns northward and then takes a sharp turn to the south, going to Denbigh and meeting up with Hwy. 41 that leads down to Napanee. This area was one of the prettiest of the trip.
Too bad the wires were in the way, but it is a gorgeous scene!
This farm has an enviable view.
I pulled off to check my map and these two fearless ravens were poking about, seemingly unconcerned about me and my car.
Jagged rock cuts. I had passed an extraordinary one on the way up to Bancroft that really showed the different coloured layers of rocks pushing up from the earth. I didn’t stop and take a picture, and wished I had.
Two glowing scenes from Mackavoy Lake.
And two of the very large Mazinaw Lake. Bon Echo park also faces on to this lake and this was also a stunning part of the trip. This is where my battery gave out, but that was OK because shortly afterwards the glowing sun retreated and things started to get dark. Further down I crossed over through Tamworth to County Road 4, and home.
Kingston weather has been a roller coaster the last few days. My day in Bancroft was almost like summer, and yesterday in Kingston was like Vancouver in November–not nice. Then today it was a glorious fall day. Rain is going to be coming more often, according to the forecast, and it may be time to pack up some of my garden things and put in some bulbs. I am so not a winter person, so I am trying to enjoy every last ray of sunshine and breath of warmth.
It’s Queen’s Homecoming Weekend! The town is lively!
The Eagle’s Nest is a park and viewpoint, up high on a hill, above Bancroft.
The view was fantastic. I read once that the oak forests of southern Ontario, before the Europeans came, were very much managed environments. The native people tended them and harvested what they had to offer, as they also did along the shorelines of British Columbia.
Then it was back down to town level to check out the little park that wove its way along the windy river.
Then, alas, I had to leave this beautiful place, because the days are getting shorter and I wanted to be home before it got too dark. I headed east along Hwy. 28.
I love those hills! Tomorrow, the final lap, and home.
Having had another home for many years in BC, I often miss seeing hills. So when someone posted some pictures of Bancroft on Facebook a while back, and it looked like there were hills there, I decided I had to go. I had a day off yesterday and it was going to be sunny, so I decided to head up there.
There was some fog around the Kingston area as I headed out on to the 401, and in some places it thickened up quite a bit into cloud, but the sun came and went for the first half of the trip.
A couple of shots along Blessington Road, on the way to Belleville. That’s sheep over there in the distance.
Robinson Lake, just south of Bancroft.
Hitting the Main Drag of Bancroft.
A downtown local has a siesta. This store wasn’t actually open.
Above a parking lot on the main street.
A couple from Reddendale, that I missed a few days ago.
I love going to the Fantasy in the Forest show. It is very different from your average art show. It is hosted by artist, Jamie Brick, and is held near where he lives, out on Draper’s Lake Lane, near Perth Road Village. It has a fantasy theme, with permanently built booths and artists with imaginative, fantasy themed wares. I like to go just to see the imagination that goes into everything involved. Unfortunately I was not blessed with imagination, and I look on with envy.
A couple of delightful Jamie Brick pieces. He does everything from $4 cards to $4000 sculptures.
As far as I know, he either builds or is involved in building these booths.
There is music as well, and as you can see the performers and artists are encouraged to dress in fantasy type wear.
One of the artists pointed out this busy-ness to me. These flowers were all covered in bees who were delving deeply into them.
Today I went for a great drive up to Bancroft and took lots of pictures, which I will start rolling out tomorrow.