St. Jacobs

Saturday my husband and I went trekking about in the blue sky and white snow bathed in brilliant rays of sunshine--just the kind of day to lift your heart! First stop was Paris where we had a couple of errands to run--beading, you know--and then off to old Galt for a lunch downtown. In the early afternoon we were in St. Jacobs, a lovely Mennonite-dominated community with just enough exotic flavour to attract shoppers and lookers to the downtown and to the market area south of the village. Below is the spot where we met two polite kids coming back along the river trail toting skates and hockey sticks--you can see the hockey nets in this shot--and we were transported to our own childhoods for a moment.

I liked this closeup showing the broad expanse of the river through the stark trees and the open water promise of spring in the foreground.


Here you see the back side of the famous silos of the once-flour-mill. Inside these silos are tiny shops made more interesting by the curved walls and the wonderful sense of reusing things rather than destroying and building new.

Sadly for us this red caboose ice cream parlour was not open but I thought it made a beautiful, bold shot of red in the pre-spring landscape.

In the tradition of saving the best for last, I now show you my favorite picture: This is taken from high up on a snow-covered patio which was waiting for spring. I just adore the dark brown sumacs morphed from their deep red of fall as a framing/enhancing facet of the picture. Isn't winter lovely on a sunny day?

From St. Jacobs we travelled to West Montrose, which exploration you can join tomorrow. See you!