Oakey dokey

There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas

The trouble with the maples
And they’re quite convinced they’re right
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light

But the oaks can’t help their feelings
If they like the way they’re made
And they wonder why the maples
Can’t be happy in their shade

There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream “Oppression”
And the oaks just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
“The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light”
Now there’s no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw

Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, Neil Peart

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Photo Essay #11: Greens and blues

For the 11th photo essay of my 100 X, I present to you a short study on greens and blues, ever so slightly muted.

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Greens and blues #1Greens and blues #1

There’s something about this colour palette that evokes summer, but not quite. It’s full of promise, just like springtime.

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Greens and blues #2Greens and blues #2

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It’s always sunny in Philadelphia

That’s not really true, of course.

The City of Brotherly Love is quite picturesque, especially around the downtown and City Hall areas. The architecture is truly outstanding and very well maintained.

Ahhh, springtime!

This past Saturday was an absolutely stunning spring’s day; beautiful blue skies, a warm(-ish) breeze, trees starting to bud and people coming out of hibernation.

My wife and I decided to take a break from family Easter festivities and go for a little walk in Ste-Anne-de-Bellevue, on of the original suburbs on the extreme western tip of Montréal Island. Our stroll took us through the campus of John Abbott College and main street that cuts through the old village.

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Almost a country clubAlmost a country club

Almost a country club

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Very soon, this will be one hell of a shade treeVery soon, this will be one hell of a shade tree

Very soon, this will be one hell of a shade tree

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Let the weeping beginLet the weeping begin

Let the weeping begin

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The willowsThe willows

The willows


This is promisingThis is promising

This is promising

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When you just have to get that shotWhen you just have to get that shot

When you just have to get that shot

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His & hersHis & hers

His & hers

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The Toys of SummerThe Toys of Summer

The Toys of Summer

 

Pining for spring

This is the time of year where if you’re looking for natural colour, you either have to look to the sky (on a rare non-overcast day) or to a coniferous tree like a pine, spruce or cedar. Otherwise, you have to satisfy yourself with a symphony of browns and grays and if you’re lucky a nice, bright birch or three shining away in the sunlight.

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Step right upStep right up

Step right up

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Lean on meLean on me

Lean on me