Just this past Sunday I went for a little walk in the woods near my house. To get some fresh air. To clear my head. To take a few pictures. To escape the ever-intensifying drumbeat of Christmas, Trump, Brexit and all the other calamities befalling us these days.
I didn’t know what kind of pictures I would take. It was a typical overcast, dreary Ottawa winter (well, late fall for the pedantic) day. The light was, for the lack of a better word, shitty. Flat. Lifeless. Not exactly inspirational.
Then I saw the balls.
Whimsical, lonely little Xmas ornaments on random trees here and there. They put a smile on my face.
They brightened up an otherwise dull day.
I’m sure there are more out there, so I’ll have to go back.