One’s Perspective

 

 

I love snow… its beauty, the tranquility it brings and the melting potential to fill the creeks and rivers.
But I must admit what has just occurred 30 miles south of me in Buffalo NY. is downright deadly.

 

 

As soon as the first snowflakes fall I hear the complaints of the cold, how long the Winter will be and when will it ever end…

 

 

Perhaps these souls should take a cue from my daughter’s new kitten Oliver and go into hibernation mode…

 

 

I on the other hand shall enjoy it, even though it must be shoveled, respect it as it covers the streets and highways and be grateful of its breathtaking sparkle.

 

 

 

Mesmerized

Along the wayside lies many an abandoned home…
Still standing after decades of neglect almost as a tribute to its former occupants. Defying the passage of time bearing witness to a former glory…

I’m intrigued, perhaps mesmerized by their long forgotten history. Do the echoes of children’s laughter still fill the hall. Does the smell of fresh baked bread and woodsmoke permeate the kitchen.
Does the laundry still flap in the breeze on the clothesline out back…

Whatever the history that lies within this now empty shell I’m sure there were babes born here, lasses wed here and grandparents that died here amongst its many secrets…

So next time you come across such a place in your travels, stop for just a moment and listen…it may be history whispering back…

Pics taken along the road from Ontario to Alberta, Canada.