A Little Taste Of Winter

Winter. It is ending. Just yesterday, walking down the riverside walk, as it passes through the The Forks, I found this sad reminder that winter is passing its baton onto spring. Trapped in the exchange are these few remaining blocks of bluish ice set on a barely frozen Assiniboine River. Just last week, I walked... Continue Reading →

A little Taste of Winter

I call it my Assiniboine Park Loop, a good 10-kilometre walk from my Wolseley neighbourhood home, down the river trails lining the south bank of Assiniboine River, through Assiniboine Park, its English and Leo Mol Sculpture Gardens and then back home on the north side of the river, following the quiet residential streets of St.... Continue Reading →

A Garden Walk

Once-vibrant colours are fast fading to shades of deep brown, ash grey. Stems bow. Leaves curl and crackle in the wind. It is autumn here in Assiniboine Park’s English Garden. It’s a favourite destination, the turning point of a good walk that sees me—several times a week—leaving my Wolseley home, skirting the south bank of... Continue Reading →

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