After I was done at the shop, I wandered (ice cream in hand) across the street to get a view of the water. Here, the canal (in the foreground) flows next to the river (behind).
I looked down into a dry lock, and realized that I rather liked the quietness of the season compared to the bustle of boaters in the summer.
The blockhouse basked in the early winter sunshine. I love the bare bark on this tree.
I dropped into the bank for some extra cash, and enjoyed the view across the street of this classic nineteenth century eastern Ontario house, complete with pale brick cornerstones and white gingerbread trim.
Today is drizzly and grey, but I worked anyway on getting some decorative winter greens into the pots at the front of the house. If I wait another few days, it's likely that the soil will be too frozen.
Time for some colourful knitting!