So I'm still in the habit of walking the dog or dogs most every morning. We normally wend our way in a somewhat circuitous fashion to the local 7-11 so I can get a cup of coffee and wake up to realize that I'm up and out for a walk before six in the morning.
This is where we normally go:
The footpath just around the corner from my house. Robert Frost might be disappointed, but it's clear sailing.
One of the things I love about living as far north as we do is that the sun is actually risen and shining before 5:30 AM at this time of year.
Of course there's the trade off of driving to and from work in the dark for much of the winter and feeling a little suicidal every lunch hour unless you step outside for your daily five minute dose of sun, but other than that it's all good.
A now-unused train bridge that straddles the Mighty Sturgeon River. It's not really 'Mighty'; I just add that in every single time I mention the river because it's actully quite sluggish, and if there's one thing I'm exceedingly good at, it's making an oxymoron of myself.
On the banks of the river, tents were set up last weekend for the International Children's Festival. We didn't take our children to it because we're lazy tits. And I think we had to do dishes that day. All day.
A long-legged bird thing stalks its icthyic prey in the shallows of the Mighty Sturgeon River. The banks of which are replete with various waterfowl, a beaver or two, and the occasional shopping cart shoved in from a nearby grocer's... because that NEVER gets old!
A footbridge, newly refurbished (it used to be blue), in front of the previously mentioned train bridge.
Our house was built in 1961. As such, our neighbourhood is one of the older in the city and the trees are more mature than in most developments. While this makes for a bitch of a raking weekend once or twice every October (and again to catch the stragglers after the spring melt), I love how the elms form an arboreal arcade for the last couple blocks on the morning round trip.
FIN
Nice tour. Nice place to live (except maybe for the whole barely any sunshine in winter part).
Loved the pic of the shadows. Makes your four-legged friend look like a greyhound.
Posted by: Mark | Monday, 12 June 2006 at 01:35 AM
Yeah, what Mark said. Exactly.
Posted by: Linda | Monday, 12 June 2006 at 06:19 AM
Thanks for a little peak of your world. My aunt and uncle used to live in St. Albert..nice place.
Posted by: TerriTorial | Monday, 12 June 2006 at 07:08 AM
Very lovely place. Thanks for the tour. Be fun to see the same tour in the winter.
Posted by: marian | Monday, 12 June 2006 at 08:12 AM
Looks lovely. Don't think I could get into the whole snowstorms-before-the-end-of-September thing.
Posted by: Paul | Monday, 12 June 2006 at 09:21 AM
Paul, any snowstorms before the end of September - as long as they don't reach the tops of your Sorels - are still just a "light dusting".
Posted by: Simon | Monday, 12 June 2006 at 09:34 AM