a killer in me is a killer in you
Did end up going to Point Pelee yesterday. A brief account:
‘There is nothing more glorious than the smell of Spring. The moisture and the crisp freshness in the air settles my being into complete contentment.
We saw a beaver from the lookout over the swamp. At first I thought it a turtle, for it wasn’t moving and rather curled up like, but then it began to swim away and I could not contain my squeals. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a beaver up close before.
Then while driving to the point, we almost ran over a cardinal. That was an experience I’d quite like to forget. My heart was pounding for minutes afterwards. This is why I’ve decided to never attempt at driving. I shall be braking for animals, and in doing so, killing myself and whoever’s in the car with me. Be warned.
I wanted to venture out to the point to write ‘Past the Point of No Return’ (as an ode to Phantom) in the sand, but I was too scared. Muzzer said it would have been past the point of no return if I had attempted it. Maybe next time I’ll get out there, when the waves are less violent.’
Canadian Geese at the marsh. There were two of them, and they were rather protective of their pond, honking at any other geese that flew past too close. It was damn cute.
Standing on the lookout at the marsh.
And on the boardwalk.
At the parking lot at the point. I’d never seen something like this before. There was an inch or so of sand, and then there was ice and water. All along the ice there were bodies of dead fish that I kept having to jump over to avoid stepping on them. I called it the fish graveyard. Took some rather gruesome pictures of fish with their heads half ripped off, but decided to spare you all the nastiness.
The water was crashing up against the ice, and there were large chunks of ice floating in the water from where the water had eroded the ice bank. It is amazing the power of the water, in half and hour, there was a gigantic hole almost exactly where I was standing before. Kinda scared after that.
The point, with a million billion meanies seagulls. Somehow they knew when we were coming, even before we left the shelter of the path, and so, all flew away before I could get a picture of them all. Tricksy seagulls.
A less dangerous ode to Phantom. This picture also shows just how much the beach is disappearing, I had to crawl under the tree to get to that side of the beach, you can see my shoe marks on the right side of the photograph. The point, is sadly, beginning to disintegrate.
A few feet away from the other tree in the above picture. I couldn’t even attempt to get past that one, and had to climb up the slope to get around it.
There was an eye in the wood, and it was scary.
‘There is nothing more glorious than the smell of Spring. The moisture and the crisp freshness in the air settles my being into complete contentment.
We saw a beaver from the lookout over the swamp. At first I thought it a turtle, for it wasn’t moving and rather curled up like, but then it began to swim away and I could not contain my squeals. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a beaver up close before.
Then while driving to the point, we almost ran over a cardinal. That was an experience I’d quite like to forget. My heart was pounding for minutes afterwards. This is why I’ve decided to never attempt at driving. I shall be braking for animals, and in doing so, killing myself and whoever’s in the car with me. Be warned.
I wanted to venture out to the point to write ‘Past the Point of No Return’ (as an ode to Phantom) in the sand, but I was too scared. Muzzer said it would have been past the point of no return if I had attempted it. Maybe next time I’ll get out there, when the waves are less violent.’
Canadian Geese at the marsh. There were two of them, and they were rather protective of their pond, honking at any other geese that flew past too close. It was damn cute.
Standing on the lookout at the marsh.
And on the boardwalk.
At the parking lot at the point. I’d never seen something like this before. There was an inch or so of sand, and then there was ice and water. All along the ice there were bodies of dead fish that I kept having to jump over to avoid stepping on them. I called it the fish graveyard. Took some rather gruesome pictures of fish with their heads half ripped off, but decided to spare you all the nastiness.
The water was crashing up against the ice, and there were large chunks of ice floating in the water from where the water had eroded the ice bank. It is amazing the power of the water, in half and hour, there was a gigantic hole almost exactly where I was standing before. Kinda scared after that.
The point, with a million billion meanies seagulls. Somehow they knew when we were coming, even before we left the shelter of the path, and so, all flew away before I could get a picture of them all. Tricksy seagulls.
A less dangerous ode to Phantom. This picture also shows just how much the beach is disappearing, I had to crawl under the tree to get to that side of the beach, you can see my shoe marks on the right side of the photograph. The point, is sadly, beginning to disintegrate.
A few feet away from the other tree in the above picture. I couldn’t even attempt to get past that one, and had to climb up the slope to get around it.
There was an eye in the wood, and it was scary.