Photo update

   On April 16th, the love of my life and I drove up north to spend a pleasant day in Bracebridge and environs. The sun's light was warm on our faces and a gentle breeze blew at our backs as we strolled through town and made our way to two of the waterfalls that grace the area. The first one is right in town, and it roars its way past the foundations of the historic Bird Woollen Mill, established in 1872. During WWII, 90 % of the mill's output went to Canada's military.
   High Falls, just north of town, is nicknamed the "Niagara of the North", and once there, we discovered a couple of things. One was that the originator of the nickname had a great imagination! The second thing was that spring had not yet been able to coax the winter out of all its hiding places, and so the forest floor was still cobbled with snow under overhanging branches, and great patches of ice pockmarked the rock faces. The water gives voice to its pleasure as it cascades over boulders and through the narrows. It has carved channels of passage across a landscape made into a breathtaking realm of splendour. I hope you find a scene or two here to touch your heart and speak to your soul.