Sometimes you just have to step across the street to get a nice shot, like this picture of a Michigan morning in July.
It’s almost as if it was posing, hanging in the air until I had taken the picture.
Looking thoughtfully across the Martindale Pond at a group of rowers. “Boat”, he says in Norwegian, “boat, boat, boat”, and points excitedly at a double sculler as it glides smoothly through the water right in front of us.
Tulips. Taken in the north-end of St Catharines a couple of weeks ago.
A panoramic crop of seagulls in flight.
When well captured, even the common seagull can look good.
Another picture of seagulls in flight.
After a long hiatus, I’m back with some pictures that *aren’t* of Sebastian. Yes, he’s my favourite subject, but today I had the opportunity to go down to Port Dalhousie to take some pictures after dropping him off at daycare. It had snowed overnight and the morning was crisp and sunny and cold. I managed to get quite close to a flock of gulls resting on the breakwater. Out there, the pier was covered in ice and I was sprayed with water when waves broke against the concrete. Above all, it was bitterly cold, but absolutely worth it. Just to take some pictures of common seagulls.
I was recently at a conference at the University of Oxford and I had a little time to go look around the city and the university.
Oxford is something out of the ordinary. The city is of course incredibly historic, but what truly makes it special is that it is completely dominated by the famous university. Over 30 colleges dot the city and a great many of them are right in the city centre. In many ways the numerous colleges _is_ Oxford, because their old buildings can be seen everywhere. Shops and private housing fill up the space in-between. Oxford is well worth the trip if you’re in London, only 80km away with ubiquitous bus and train connections. And if you grow tired of old buildings, you can go punting on River Cherwell and the Thames.
Second picture from the restaurant Down the Street in Stratford, Ontario.
Picture of the bar inside the restaurant Down the Street in Stratford.
Eyes full of wonder. What is that thing you keep pointing at my face?