Bitten But definitely not Smitten 6


(Before you get the wrong idea, I’m still smitten by Gizmo Guy, it’s a few gazillion little buzzing bloodsuckers that attacked us yesterday I wasn’t so thrilled with)

Gizmo Guy has been restless lastly, so he’s taken up an old hobby – photography. Way back when we were first married, we bought ourselves a 35 mm SLR with interchangeable lenses as a wedding present. We took courses and had a dark room and developed our own photos, enlarged them, etc. And then one week before Christmas back in 1983 our apartment was burglarized and all our equipment was taken – heck they cleared us out completely of everything that could be sold, not just our photography equipment. Oh, our insurance replaced our stuff, but the replacement Canon camera that Gizmo Guy thought would be better than our old Ricoh didn’t have the same appeal.

But with the advent of digitals, it’s made photography fun again because you can take as many pictures as you want and not have to worry about developing costs. You don’t like it, delete it!

So in order for GG and I to have some quiet time together, yesterday we headed out to one of the few old wood forests left on the shores of Lake Ontario. Except that we’d forgotten that this has been the wettest summer on record – we’re talking record breaking rainfall, folks – and failed to pack the bug repellent. Along the side of the woods was a marsh,so the mosquitoes were swarming. And since summer decided to return and we hit the low 30s (high 80s), I was sweating and those little buggers had a feast. I couldn’t bat them off fast enough, and at the far end of the path I declared I’d had enough and beat a fast retreat. Naturally enough, I took the wrong path and ended up on a dead end. After about a half hour of battling bugs and burrs, we stumbled out of the woods back onto the narrow path that lead to our car.

I took my camera too – one not as sophisticated as Gizmo Guy’s. For my pictures taken in the woods, I was going for the sun shafts filtering through the heavy canopy. The woods themselves were dark, but unfortunately my camera adjusted automatically and everything came out bright instead of that dark eerie feeling I was going for.

Plus we forgot that it would have been better (nature-wise) to go early in the morning or at twilight – that’s when all the birds come out. Yeah, like either Gizmo Guy or I were going to roll out of the bed at 6 a.m. to go hiking. (we used to, but not this weekend, thank you very much.)

As it was, all we saw was a couple of robins, and a flicker (that’s a type of woodpecker) In a couple weeks, the woods will be filled with all sorts of birds we wouldn’t normally see as they stop at these woods on their migration south.

The woods have been bought by a local conservation group, along with a meadow to its north to prevent logging as there are so few places for birds to stop nowadays as on their journey across Lake Ontario. That’s why it’s such a great bird-watching destination.

Here’s a few other pictures he’s taken this week …

Apparently, when a flower or something in the centre is in focus, and everything around it is out of focus, that’s called ‘bokeh’. So he’s been concentrating on that style lately.


6 thoughts on “Bitten But definitely not Smitten

  • Wylie Kinson

    omg – those are gorgeous photos! The last three florals look like paintings!!

    I hear you on the msqtos. We’ve got guests this weekend and we tried to sit out on the patio to enjoy the evening air and we came running in within 10 minutes. We couldn’t swat them fast enough.

  • Amy Ruttan

    Is this Cranberry Marsh on Baseline or is it Darlington?

    One of my favorite places was Cranberry Marsh off of Baseline near Ajax. You could hike out to the bluffs of Lake Ontario.

    I haven’t been there in years.

  • Leah Braemel

    Wylie – I passed your comment on to GG, he was pleased. I’d link you to his online album, but it’s under his real name.

    Amy – Neither. It was Thickson Woods at the end of Thickson Street in Whitby, just beside Camp X (the spy camp Ian Fleming trained at during WWII). We also go to Lynde Shore, especially in the fall when they’re doing the annual ‘Raptor count’

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