What it is Now

As I head out to the pond with Max…thought I would post a bit of a flash back.  I found a wee video in my archive, that I had made in 2011, the first year I began picking litter at this location and got into the ritual of circling the pond.  Beneath the video, some photographs taken during the past week.

The drainage of the pond began and the people I spoke with promised that lots of volume would be left for the healthy fledging of the young birds.  The project was stopped for a day so that the biologist who worked for the contractor could assess my concerns regarding the nests and the fledge.  Readers, look at the following photographs and tell me about volume.

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“We need the tonic of wildness…At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”
― Henry David ThoreauWalden: Or, Life in the Woods

Today’s Birds: April 12, 2017

My favourite image captured today was a simple one of three geese.  They seemed to be suspended or floating on perfectly calm pond water.  Obviously just as curious about me, we spent about five minutes exchanging gazes, alternating with times looking at the environment that surrounded us.

I spent a great deal of time enjoying the antics of the Goldeneyes, also, but, at their preferred distance from me, very little again, in the way of successful capture.

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Likely 50 male Goldeneyes at Frank’s Flats today and a continued effort at capturing their ridiculous courting rituals.

I think this little girl is a female Wigeon.  (Thank you, Miles…I’ve had a ‘real birder’ let me know that this is, in fact, a Gadwell.) I had seen a male at the pond on April 11.Today, I also spotted a single male Bufflehead.  He was unobtrusively wandering through the Goldeneye chaos.

A very fuzzy image to document his presence…

Changing My Own Landscape: A Bag at a Time

February 29, 2012: 11:00 a.m.
Weather -6 degrees and overcast, with a threat of snow.  Mountains looking strangely close.

Such a lovely wetlands area.

Demitri, a sheet metal worker, has only been in Canada for two years and finds the weather very similar to the weather of his own homeland.  He was glad to take our photograph for the archive, while puffing on his cigarette over break. 

Demitri: today's witness to my life.

This is our second day out at the pond, gathering up one bag of discarded and manufactured items. Tim Hortons coffee cups are quickly becoming my nemises, as is building insulation.  I found myself mumbling, about people who gripe about owners who do not pick up dog poop, “What about picking up your own ________?” 

Tim Hortons: Thoughts about social responsibility cross my mind.

Today’s findings: plastic, five Tim Hortons cups with plastic lids, 25 pieces of foam insulation, a cardboard box, many random pieces of plastic (too many to break down), at least 20 bags for candies and treats such as jelly bellies, 20 sandwich bags, two beer cans.

Decision to include a close-up.

Demitri's 'capture' and I ask myself if I am quickly becoming a 'bag lady'.

As I deposited today’s  ‘bag’, I noticed that yesterday’s remained at the bin.

February 29, 2012