One person said that this hole in a road near St-Eugene, southeast of Hawkesbury, was the size of his bedroom. Well, we do not know how big his bedroom is, of course, however when water washed out a culvert, and a section of a road, the ensuing cavity was large enough to force a detour.
Ah, spring, the time when sap runs, geese return and potholes swallow cars.
Occasionally, the craters will reach out and remove hub caps, depositing them on the side of the road, in a macabre ritual symbolizing another victory of Mother Nature over Man and his pitiful machines, and that cold patch.
So, a red sky at night is a supposed to delight a sailor, even though we do not get many sailors in these ports at this time of the year, if you catch my drift. In fact, we keep getting more and more drifts lately as Old Man Winter is not about to set sail anytime soon.
Snow fell gently on an array of solar panels while Percy stood out last week awaiting a two-legged snack. Flakes also came to rest on a well-rested shovel which was soon put to use on a snow-clogged driveway.
We have survived the coldest night of the winter -- so far -- but the frigid conditions did not faze these birds that were out on the Ottawa River as usual.
OK, so there is a sort of night-time shadow trend here, but the moon was bright and the shadows were intriguing, and the landscape mode on the camera was there waiting to be used, so what is a person to do?