2020 was the cause of such generally recognized consternation (as opposed to locally recognized consternation... see Syria), that its last day deserves some special mention.
Everyone seems glad that it's over, as if, somehow, everything will be different on January 1, 2021.
The whole slice of humanity included in "everyone" can be forgiven their understandable desire to load all their hopes and dreams into 2021. And if that doesn't work out, there's always 2022.
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Water, Three Ways
Here are some shots I took on the Leslie Street Spit on 27 December 2020.
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| Upside down icicles by the pedestrian bridge |
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| Droplets decorating the already beautiful head of a male mallard |
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| Rebar threaded with soft-cornered brick beads and snarling with dragon's tooth icicles |
Thanks for reading!
See you (I hope) next year!
Karen
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| My favourite recent holiday tradition. Tortiere du shack. If you like tortiere, you really gotta try the recipe. |
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