Yes, a heat record for the Toronto area! The winter solstice has changed…
December 22, 2015 in BD, Comics, Event, humor, sciences
Tagged art, Climate change, Comics, gardening, humor, winter solstice
A close-up of a magnificient Lily in full bloom. Picture taken near a garden, in Montréal. I was on site for a comic arts event, the FBDM.
An American robin (Turdus migratorius) and a common grackle (Quiscalus quiscula) happily foraging the new grass in front of the home.
This pic was taken last February in my garden, by minus 20 Celsius. The northern cardinal (Cardinalis cardinalis, don’t you love Latin!) and the dark-eyed junco (Junco hyemalis) seemed to observe a truce, in order to keep their energy. They nestled in the center of a wildrose bush invaded by the vines. The junco appears more blue than gray.
Below is a better view of the cardinal, before the approach of a squirrel had the two birds hopping away. (In this very dense foliage, none could immediately fly away.)
Those pics were taken through the windowpane, so the diminished/whitish colors were accentuated afterward in Gimp.
This is what I added on my Holiday cards this year, as Canada Post announces its plans to shut down the door-to-door mail delivery in cities.
It is a small tribute to all the men and women who are often the sole contact with older people. Already, Canadians living in the country have to drive to their new superboxes. I hope that my future city mailboxe will be in walking distance.
And the Beatles song will never resonate the same way ever:
Please, Mr. Postman…
No need to know how to draw: just do a quick red sketch in the bottom left of your envelope, with a kind word. You may do a small delivery truck if you feel up to the challenge instead of those rounded red mailboxes.
Hitch-hiking may be cool, but somewhat not without dangers. A sketch I did a few years ago, featuring my best friend and I, upgraded. The two troopers boarding the AT-AT are our husbands (and die hard SW fans).
Sense of Wonder – portrait of me discovering SF at 12, in my father’s library