Under sunny skies on the weekend, M and I went to Prosperous Lake Park just outside of Yellowknife.
Prosperous Lake Territorial Park
We crossed the lake itself via a very busy ice road, a total of 14 km.
Tire tracks on the frozen lake surface.
There was an ice fishing derby going on, which is why it was so busy. People were fishing, yes, but there were lots of snowmobilers, cross-country skiers and snowshoers. Dogs and kids were running around and chasing each other, very much enjoying the bright sun and warmer temperatures.
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Here’s a short clip of our trip across the lake.
It was a great day; sunny, warmer, windless. We returned home very happy after all the fresh air and bright light.
A slow downhill walk. ‘Take a walk with a turtle. And behold the world in pause.’ Bruce Feiler Daily shots from our walks in the local forest will…
Fallen giant. ‘Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.’ Jean Cocteau Daily shots from our …
The way of all life: a fallen giant lies on the ground, denuded of its branches. All the more reason to appreciate the one that’s still standing. 🙂
We may be getting warmer, but we still have lots of snow. What to do with some of it? Make sculptures, of course!
One of our corvid friends with a snowball in his beak.
This one is of a raven; they are one of the most intelligent and resourceful birds on the planet. They have to be – they survive through -50C (and in more northern areas, even colder) subarctic and Arctic temperatures by huddling together in wind protected areas. Loyal, extremely communicative and collaborative, I don’t see them as the mean, nasty nasties they are often portrayed as in literature and film.
It has been quite overcast for a few days, so these photos are very monochromatic, (I had a lot of visual difficulty because of the lack of contrast) but the subarctic can be like that.
I really admire the talents of the people who come out to make these. They were out on a frozen lake, in the howling wind, in -40C (-40F).
I won’t be sorry to say good-bye to these sculptures when they melt, though!
A narrow path through the birches. ‘A line is a dot that went for a walk.’ Paul Klee Easter: a celebration I replace with the emergence of spring…