I have not had my camera out for months so went down a nearby road to relearn the controls. Lots of downed fencing…thanks to snow plows and neglect. The first four photos are around a field that hasn’t held cattle for several years.
The last one is at the corner of a horse paddock where they intentionally dropped the wires for the winter and will put them back up when they bring the horses back from their winter barn.
I’ll be taking a two month break from Wordpress, except for a few pre-scheduled posts about Cuba. I will also take a break from looking and commenting on other people’s blogs. We’ll be on vacation, attending a graduation, and doing some major downsizing and work around our house. Thanks to all my followers and friends. I will be back.
Staying with last week’s theme of “older” faces, these worked better in black and white.
And moving on to the middle-aged crowd, two more.
Well maybe they’re not seniors, but he does have gray hair!
As does this man, walking down Calle Neptuno under our balcony.
Continuing our western Canada road trip, we spent one night in Banff, Alberta – the developed service centre for Banff National Park – before continuing our westward journey to British Columbia and the Pacific coast.
The Bow River tumbles over a falls within the town, and so, since we saw the river’s origin below Bow Glacier, it seemed apt to check out how big the flow had grown. You can walk up a path – which you can just see on the left of the first photo – and some steep stairs to look over the falls.
Turning and looking it the other direction gives you an idea of the town’s beautiful setting.
I didn’t take any pictures in Banff that evening. The following morning we had breakfast in the the Juniper (Hotel and) Bistro with its beautiful view of the Vermillion Lakes. It was too cold outside to eat, but not too cold to grab a shot from the patio.
Since we had not booked ahead I was pleased to get a room at the price we did. Someone had recommended this hotel, which is just off the Trans Canada Highway and north of the town.
Having started a series of posts of Cuban people, now I jump from children to older folks.
More seniors next week.
It was my colleague who charmed him into the big smile.
I didn’t look for shots of children – and they were largely in school when we prowled around Central Havana. These next two shots were taken on the Sunday when we went to hear Afro-Cuban music on Callejon de Hamel.
It was fairly late in the afternoon when we walked down this street; children were home from school and playing soccer.