where I live

Last week we were surprised by a warm northern day of -1°C(30°F) weather. The skies were blue between cotton puffs and the sun smiley. I walked to the post office.
Here is a little of my town:

Around the corner from here is my favourite grocery store and just beyond is the post office.

This particular Extra Foods is my favourite.  Although it is the smallest grocery in town it has the best sales on the things I like.

Outside of the frame to the left is the Explorer Hotel.  The rock is part of the Canadian Shield which is everywhere and any old where.

Yet another raven (not so) secretly planning to take over the world. 

Halfway home and looking up. The brown house to the left behind the trees was built by Mark's dad in the early 1970s.  I've never been inside because it no longer belongs to him.

An alley looking a little glum as alleys can.

Almost to the corner.


My street.

This is my where I live.  From here I look at trees and snow, and ravens surfing the slipstreams.  In fact, I am looking this very moment but for the ravens.  They are elsewhere today - plotting maniacally, I'm sure.  I am also looking at our tandem bike leaning against the balcony rail, having settled in for a long winter's nap with snowcaps on the seats as proof.