Pike River
Bedford, Quebec.
Philipsburg and Lake Champlain.
These may look like insignificant country towns, but they are very significant to me. It didn’t matter that they were dull with winter and cold.
Coming here was something of a personal pilgrimage: I was happy just to be here and see these places for myself.
The Ottawa River was still frozen over in places when we visited in April, 2014.
We watched from the 14th floor as the sun sank into the west.
Even after dark, Ottawa continued to shine.
This is the full view of what we could only see side-on from the American side: Niagara Falls, NY, USA.
It’s somewhat ironic that you can only get a full view of the American once you’re in Canada.
A closer view of the ice formations on and underneath the falls. Magnificent. That’s a lot of ice!
The Canadian side of Niagara Falls, also known as the Horseshoe Falls.
At night, the falls took on an eerie feeling that only added to their beauty and power.
The city lights of Niagara Falls, Ontario, were very pretty, too.
The park reminded me of Narnia, covered in glistening snow with a lamp post standing on its own.
Old Falls St, Niagara, is so pretty at night.
In April, 2014, Winter was just getting ready to leave as we arrived.
The Niagara River, full of only-just-melting ice at the end of winter.
The falls were still partly frozen, and the mist coming off them was icy, but there was still a rainbow!
An Aussie Maple Leaf, adrift on the wind... 