While walking through the park on March 28, during that in-between time, when winter is not quite over, and spring has not quite arrived, the geese were happily swimming in what open water they could find. In other areas, it was comical to see the geese slipping and sliding on the icy portions of the pond, as they chased one another. I couldn’t tell if the geese were “skating” on purpose or not, and I’m sorry I don’t have a video to show. It was certainly a smile worthy few moments!
The sky offers many beautiful and strange sights. The Milky Way, a myriad of cloud formations, rainbows, the Aurora Borealis, displays of lightning, eclipses, and harvest moons to name a few. One sight, not always welcome, is the appearance of sun dogs. They usually indicate icy cold weather, at least here on the Saskatchewan prairies.
According to Wikipedia, sun dogs are commonly caused by the refraction and scattering of light from plate-shaped hexagonal ice crystals either suspended in high and cold cirrus or cirrostratus clouds, or drifting in freezing moist air at low levels as diamond dust. The crystals act as prisms, bending the light rays passing through them with a minimum deflection of 22°. As the crystals gently float downwards with their large hexagonal faces almost horizontal, sunlight is refracted horizontally, and sun dogs are seen to the left and right of the Sun.
Whatever the cause of this awesome phenomena, it’s beautiful!
While riding home after a visit with our daughter last August, I was moved by the sights we passed on the highway, and was inspired to write a little poem.
The asphalt ribbon lies ahead,
Mile upon country mile.
Field and sky melt together,
On the distant prairie horizon.
Pumpjacks bow toward the earth,
Urging the ground to surrender its treasure.
Crops of canola, sunflowers, and grain,
Lift their golden heads toward the sun.
Rail cars await the prairie bounty,
To share with neighbours far and wide.
Weathered barns sag, abandoned,
Left to rot in the sun, wind, and rain.
We pass these familiar scenes,
As we make our way home.
Our prairie home.
I’m not sure if anyone noticed my absence from the WordPress world lately, but a brief lull in my otherwise hectic personal obligations has allowed me to scribble out a few posts.
Venturing through the downtown area of my home city is not on my usual list of places to walk. I prefer calm and peaceful routes with plenty of natural beauty. But being alerted to some new art projects in the city centre presented a lure I couldn’t resist. I’ll be featuring some of these discoveries in upcoming posts.
Take a look at this mural which remembers the effects of the 1912 tornado that ripped through the city. Its 3D elements makes it especially notable, don’t you think?