The Byron Gravel Pit, the sixteenth-largest gravel pit in Canada, is found in the southwest of London, Ontario. At one time, it was impossible to get so much as a glimpse of the pit but the trees blocking the view have been cut down. Now, one can see a bit of the pit from Colonel Talbot Road. The pit is on the western end of the Ingersoll Moraine, a mix of silt, sand and stony soil (till) deposited by a melting glacier about 13,000 years ago. Some estimate that the pit may remain open for another couple of decades but housing is appearing on the edge of the pit. I feel it will not be all that long before the NIMBY (not in my backyard) fight to close the pit, and put an end to the dust, begins.
At first, I thought it was the colour, the green, the purple, the flashes of yellow and blue. I was on my way to the Central Library when this lady walked by. Immediately, I thought "picture." She had her head down, struggling with heavy bags in each hand. She was a green hat, wide brim hiding eyes, a bright purple top, necklace, and smile. When I saw the image, I realized that it wasn't the colour that made the picture – it was the smile.
It doesn't last long but at the moment Fiona gives the impression of not having a care in the world. Then again she is a little queen. Enjoy it, kid. Like I said, this moment doesn't last.
We heard the loud thud on the glass and wondered what had happened. Nothing was amiss outside but then we noticed the kitchen window; there was a large dusty mark in the middle of the large pane - a bird had flown into the window. Was it injured? We don't know but as there was no sign of a bird outside, it was apparently able to fly away.
As our daughter waited patiently to give birth, I went for a walk. The hospital, as old as it is, has some features worth photographing. But, I didn't. Instead, I walked over to Wellington Street and down Wellington to Oxford Street. This is a gorgeous street. It is one of the nicest in London. The sizes and the architecture of the homes say "story." When I read about monster homes as if big houses are something totally new, I thought of neighbourhoods like this and thought "no." The difference, and my wife agrees with me on this, when we were young we called these homes mansions. I know that my friends and I thought these big homes were cool and we wanted one. So why is it a surprise when many of those kids, and many of my childhood friends have accomplished it, grew up to own their own McMansions?
