January started cold in Calgary this year. For the first two weeks, temperatures were near -20 degrees Celcius. I went down to Bowmont Park once to feed the Black-capped chickadees, but I didn’t hear a peep from a single one. Luckily, temperatures were balmy last weekend (a touch above 0) and the chickadees were singing happily. About ten of them took turns picking sunflower seeds … Continue reading Chickadees

Last wisps of morning mist

I usually walk to Trout Lake in the afternoon. It is a different place just after sunrise. The golden light seems to have a slight green tinge, unlike the orange hued gold of late afternoon. When I stood by the lake a few days ago, shortly after sunset, the whistling sounds of the American Wigeons danced against my ears. Yesterday morning, I was entertained by … Continue reading Last wisps of morning mist

Another walk to Sandy Beach Park

It was a warm-ish winter morning, somewhere around -5, and the weather report predicted that the sun would eventually burn through the clouds. As I headed south to River Park (at 38 ave and 14 street), the sky was covered with a high, fading cloud layer. I walked across the large snowy field at the entrance of the park toward the main trail which follows the somewhat unsightly utility poles. I seemed to be the only human unaccompanied by a canine, and a cute doberman-cross puppy put its front paws on my belly to say hello. There was a wee hillock on my left, at the top of which was the path along the edge of the bluff. Up I went and there was the sun!


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Trees and lights and the moon in Mount Royal


I went for a walk last night around 10 PM. At first I headed toward Scarboro but ended up veering East after a couple blocks. Maybe this was a night for the Earl Grey bluffs? I crossed 14th into Mount Royal and moseyed up Colborne. I ended up on Durham, which I don’t think I’ve walked on before. There are some large properties on this street, with big houses, wrought iron gates and driveways that wind up hillsides.

At some point, I noticed that the hairs along my spine where feeling a little prickly. Maybe I was cold?

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