A Valentine photo essay. No pink or red in this entry.
3:16 p.m.
This was what I saw when I looked out my upper story window around 9 a.m. today:
Here's the college with the funny sculpture in front covered with snow:
The observatory dome against a snowy sky:
Where the Massawippi meets the St-François:
The famous bridge with the famous arches. You can’t tell they’ve been painted purple now, can you:
This one is for Jenn: Village Grec:
And here’s the competition across the street:
Here’s my little town:
A view of my house, fading into the background as the green roof is covered with white shit:
Here is my driveway in dire need of shoveling. Thank goodness for all-wheel drive vehicles or I never would have made it into the garage. You can see the poor Volvo is just being smothered:
And finally, a wee junco who really shouldn’t be here at all, on the back deck surveying the mess that falls from the bird feeder hanging above:
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