Today I set out on a different type of journey – biking the Humber river trail. The trail was extended during the 2015 Pan Am Games which means that the biking is quite good along here. It was always a favourite path of mine when I first learned to rollerblade and on some occasional trips on my bike.
Humber River InfraRed
The trail has a few entrances that lead into the Humber Arboretum where you can spend your time walking the trails there. In the past I have found deer just inside its gates. Not today though – I could hear the birds along the trail but the deer were nowhere to be seen. Course it was the middle of the day and it’s quite rare to see them during the day.
Humber River Meadow Gate
I made a conscious decision to only take my IR camera along with me today. On a bright sunny day in summer this camera shines.
Humber River Trail
I highly recommend if you live nearby or are visiting the area to get out on this trail. As I mentioned earlier it was (and still is) one of my favourite trails to get on when I’m not traveling north to finish the Bruce Trail.
After yesterday’s tragic circumstances (see yesterday’s blog) I decided to only photograph the birds that were visiting the yard. First up was the robin. She was easy to find and photograph since she was in the nest with her little ones.
After a few photos she flew out of the nest and hopped around the yard. I decided to sit in the shade and watch her for awhile to see what she was up to. Eventually she came closer and closer…and closer. I think three feet was as close as she wanted come and I was able to get some great shots of her because of her boldness.
I don’t think I have every been that close to a robin before. At the other side of the yard a couple mourning doves flew down onto the fence and hung out for awhile as I was shooting (more like trying to shoot) some sparrows – who would not sit still. One of the doves was much more accommodating as it sat and eyed me suspiciously for a few minutes before flying off.
While she sussed out what I wanted I got a couple of good shots before she finally flew off with her mate. It turned out to be a very nice (and successful) break from my work.
Today was the perfect day to head out to Rob Roy and photograph the old haunted house. Here is a quick look at the scene I found when I passed by.
Beautifully dark and stormy, don’t you think?
Continuing on with my theme from my last post I found another peculiar thing during my back roads exploration. This peculiar thing is something that everyone would notice. A tree in someone’s front yard is full of colourful little birdhouses. What I really like about it was the large knots in the tree with the houses hapharzardly arranged.
What a fun way to “decorate” a tree.
Today we were headed down the east coast with our final destination in the south, in the town of Hofn. Along the way rugged cliffs stretched below and sometimes above us with us as we drove fjord after fjord.
We made a pitstop at one of these soaring cliffs to check out something a little unexpected…a short, stubby orange lighthouse.
At barely two stories high this little lighthouse sits atop a huge cliff at the top end of a fjord warning those on the ocean to watch out. There were some ruins on the property marked with names which may indicate either the first settlers, the vikings, or maybe something from a more recent past. I’m not sure and still haven’t found much on this area.
Continuing towards Hofn we started discussing the fact that we hadn’t seen any reindeer and that really by this point we should have seen something. Just a few minutes after bringing up this discussion we round a bend and there was a large group of reindeer that all at once, upon seeing us, ran parallel to the car before veering to the right heading uphill. One thing about reindeer is that they are bloody hard to see. There is seven in the photo above but the almost blend in to the landscape. Good camouflage there reindeer! Makes me wonder if we may have passed some previously but didn’t spot them. I don’t think so since they seem to be easily spooked. But one never really knows.