Category Archives: ONTARIO

Thanksgiving in Marmora

This year we spent a splendid Thanksgiving weekend in Marmora.  I’ve now witnessed Marmora throughout all the seasons, and every time I’m struck by the peace and tranquility in the air.  My boyfriend’s family is from this area, and his grandmother lives in a cozy cottage-turned-home along Crowe River.  I took my first panoramic photo of the back of their cottage, with all the fall colours popping.

Marmora in the fall

Marmora in the fall

I played around with some filters on this photo, not that autumn pictures really need a filter, but I personally love pushing the contrast for richer blacks, and upping the vibrancy of the hues to achieve a more dramatic effect.  I settled on the Hefe filter for this photo that I posted on my Instagram.

Marmora in the fall

Marmora in the fall

Growing up, I never had big family dinners or celebrations.  My father was an only child and my mother came from a large family that barely spoke to each other, so the extent of my family has only ever been two people.  My ex-husband and current partner have an extended family and though I consider myself very lucky that they’re all nice people, I still find I’m not entirely comfortable and sometimes it take me awhile to warm up for a group get together. 

I took some time to myself on this crisp fall day and tried to capture new angles of this location, which can be a challenge as I have taken so many photos throughout the years.  I liked this shot the best, with the trees and weeds framing the brilliant autumn shoreline in the background.

Marmora in the fall

Marmora in the fall

Where I Listened To The Last Tragically Hip Show

Severn, Ontario

Severn, Ontario

“Fireworks exploding in the distance
Temporary towers soar
Fireworks emulating heaven
Till there are no stars any more
Fireworks aiming straight at heaven
Temporary towers soar
Till there are no stars shining up in heaven
Till there are no stars any more”

-The Tragically Hip Phantom Power [1998]

Like so many other Canadians, I was devastated when I heard the news announcing Gord Downie’s glioblastoma brain cancer diagnosis.  The Tragically Hip have always been a reliable staple in my music collection ever since I got into music, at the age of thirteen.  They were an untouchable Canadian force, seemingly immortal, and I knew every few years I could count on a Hip album.  Some were better than others but they were one of the few bands that I would make the effort to go and buy their album from the local record store.  Most of the bands from my adolescent years have broken up, faded away or no longer tour, but The Tragically Hip have seen me through over two decades of my life.  I couldn’t process how this would most likely be the final time I heard Gord Downie sing live.  Yet, how strangely sweet it was to be able to say goodbye to a musical idol, to know that this would be the last time you would hear them and be able to appreciate them in all their glory.  That’s more of a goodbye than I had with Prince, or Bowie, so for that, I was thankful.

The weekend of the Kingston concert, we were up at my boyfriend’s best friend’s cottage on Gloucester Pool in Severn, Ontario.  We wanted to light some fireworks and have a bonfire, so we PVR’d the concert and brought the radio down to the lake.  I lay back on the lawn chair, staring up at the stars through the branches of a tree, sitting beside a roaring campfire and a Canadian flag, and I soaked up every note that Gord sang.  What a monumental event – 11.5 million Canadians tuned in that night, and no matter where you were, in front of a TV or listening over a radio, miles away from each other, that night we were all connected.

Severn, Ontario

Severn, Ontario

I sang along to my favourite Hip song “Nautical Disaster” which they played near the end of the set.  I realized this would probably be the last time I would ever sing along with Gord, and in that moment, I was so struck by that thought that tears welled up in my eyes.  Throughout the years, The Hip have woven themselves into my life, always a dependable musical force that made up my personal soundtrack.  While every band’s journey inevitably comes to an end, I think we all realized that night after listening to over two hours of their music, how their music and Gord’s passion will live on and never stop giving.

Bondi Village Resort

 

I’ve never been one of those lucky people that had someone in her life who owned a cottage.  Not that I’m complaining – I loved going camping, and have gone every year since I can remember.  But, there is something nice about being able to throw the bare necessities in your car and take off for a relaxing few days away from the city.

This summer my friend booked a cottage at Bondi Village Resort for a week.  Growing up, she would come every summer with her family, and though it had been years since her last visit, the owners still recognized her.

I fell in love with the pretty grounds immediately.  Rustic and peaceful, we had a cozy little cottage right near the lake.  Clean, but not too modern, this was the kind of place I would want for myself, a humble getaway from the exhausting efficiencies of our every day grind.

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

Wildlife roam freely here, and I was impressed with the variety.  Deer, horses, dogs and cats wandered around; dozens of cute, fearless chipmunks ran over my hands and feet while blue jays flew above my head, I literally felt like I was in a Disney movie – all I needed was a song to start playing.

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

“View from the boathouse” Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

“Doti” Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

Here is a photo I snapped of the owner’s poodle, a loveable, camera-ready pooch named Doti.  Look at that pose!  She’s a natural.

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

The playroom, Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

The grounds were complete with a playroom, gardens, beach, canoes and chicken that provide fresh eggs you can later purchase.  Love it!

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

“Sumflower Sets” Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

Bondi Village is near Huntsville, and a 30 minute drive to Algonquin Provincial Park.  On a particularly beautiful summer day, we decided to go for a short “lookout” hike.  The view did not disappoint.  This is why I love Ontario!

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

“The sunshine of our love” – Algonquin Provincial Park, Ontario

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

Algonquin Provincial Park, Ontario

Bondi Village is also right down the street from Henrietta’s – the country’s best bakery.  After our hike we decided to treat ourselves to one of her famous blueberrry pies, perfection.

This place truly is – a little slice of heaven.

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario

Bondi Village Resort, Lake Of Bays, Ontario