Places to go spying

"Come now," Molly said. "All this talk of -12C. It is really only 10 degrees F. It is nippy for sure but when you were a kid your mom said to get the long underwear on and an undershirt, a couple of sweaters, and some snow pants, good warm jacket, and your favourite winter hat  and get outside in the sun." 

So I did all that and loaded up further with a couple of scarves to stave off the North wind razors, put on my warmest winter boots, put Molly’s winter jacket on her, and up we went to the wet land. Memories of my years in Thunder Bay warmed me and I mused that when there, this 10 degree F stuff was balmy. The wet land — a simple walk from where I live, is one of my very favourite places to practice spying. The only things moving today it seemed where Molly, me, and a couple of ravens. 

I loved wetlands in Thunder Bay and I love them here. Any time of year the colours of the plants, the sky, the water defy  artist's palates and the sweep of light as it moves through the trees or over the bog is mesmerizing.

I wanted to take couple of shots just to give you an inkling of the beauty but I had to  take photos in bare hands and even in the balmy 10F I hastened to get them for you before I put my fingers back in my mits. 

Nova Scotia enchants me. 

Here are three shots for you. I hope you enjoy the woods  and “my bog".

Wishing Happy New Year to all.

The bog