Moody Moment

End of day, and the moment is wrapped in a golden glow

The sky becomes a dramatic background 

for sun-glazed branches

and even an abandoned house, bereft of love, feels the warmth of the sun's brief kiss.

I had to grab my camera this evening and lean out my studio window to capture the brilliance of the moment.

Snow is in the forecast for the morning so it's best to savour the sun while one can.

Abandoned

There is an abandoned house in our village.  It has been gradually decaying since we moved here 20 years ago.  At the beginning, we had many dreams about what we might do with it. 

But now, all we dream of is that it fall down under the weight of snow and wind in the near future.

It does, nevertheless, provide me with images that are fun to experiment with...

some of which I might even describe as haunting...

Let Me Albert County the Ways

News Flash:  I received a Reader's Choice Post of the Week award from Hilary, thanks to a recommendation from Merisi!  So  honoured!

The Award Winning Post:

Last posting, we were out for a lovely Sunday drive through the scenic county backroads.  How about if we pick up where we left off for another eagle-eye view?

While there are a number of charming old houses in the area, there are also many neglected or derelict ones,  not without their own eccentric charms. 

Although this old house has sadly experienced a fire at some point in her past, leaving her gaping windows looking as if her mascara has badly run, she is still putting up a good front, with lovely colours and a jaunty feather sticking out of her cap.

With so much snow, it's not surprising that some people have left up their outdoor Christmas decorations.  In fact, it is not uncommon for some folks to leave them out all year round, which seems to demonstrate an optimism in still being around next year.  Or, I guess if you're not, you won't really care that last year's Christmas decorations are still up.

Here's another colourful structure, freshly shorn of its roof full (rooful?) of snow.  Shovelling the roof of one's house is the latest Albert County sport this winter.  I think it may even be overtaking snowmobiling in popularity, perhaps because a shovel is much more affordable than a skidoo.  (Just so you know, I don't indulge in either "sport.")

Somebody was obviously gripped by Inukshuk Fever and built an entire snow fence of them along the edge of their property. 

Or perhaps it was a homage to Brancusi?

I was particulary charmed by this trio of trailers.  One each for Papa Bear, Mama Bear, and Baby Bear?

Well, things do tend to be reduced to the "bear" necessities during a long snowy winter of hibernation.

Speaking of which,

There's nothing like a thick blanket of snow to tuck over and around the gravestones in an old (1880) cemetery.  This one is called Bay View Cemetery, although why the residents would be requiring a view of the bay is quite beyond me.  I guess it's just another of those charming, eccentric country ways.