From Ashes to Swans
The March break went quickly. Most of Jeff’s time was spent around home doing odd jobs, hanging a few hooks, re-attaching the gas tank to our twenty year old truck, and marking papers (I took a day off here and there). This weekend we drove to Presqu’ile Provincial Park to spread my mothers ashes. We were expecting it to be somewhat quiet but were surprised to learn that it was a waterfowl weekend — birders come to birdwatch — lots of car traffic.
We drove around for awhile until we decided that near the deer pasture would be a good spot (my mother was not much of a swimmer). We hiked in for about ten minutes and found a spot beside a mossy stone between two trees. It was a bright overcast day and the mood was reasonably light, I made a joke about my mother being stuck between a rock and a hard place — you had to be to appreciate it.
On route out of the park we stopped by the waterside near the back of someone’s cabin and saw two beautiful white swans eating. Most of the time their heads were in the water so I was able to get quite close. Beautiful. I took the Canon Rebel with me and took a few pictures (if you click on thumbnail you will get larger image).
