Sound and light

It's amazing how much the weather impacts what you see and hear when you're out and about, and I mean out and about outside the confines of a vehicle. 

Back in the day, when I still had a job and didn't have the option of walking the dog at noon, and when they still had regular flights to Toronto from Thunder Bay and the Soo, you'd hear this propeller airplane overhead every morning around 7:15. It was a regularly scheduled flight, so I'm sure it went by at about the same altitude every morning, but some days it sounded like it was 100 feet overhead, and other times you couldn't hear it at all. 

Same with the passenger jets. There's not a lot of them anymore either, but, depending on weather conditions, they can be either totally silent, or sound like a B-52 coming in low and slow.

Weather determines what you see as well as what you hear. I come out the Grey Road 1 from Owen Sound almost every day. When you're going by the Kemble look-out, you can see Christian Island, a good fifty miles distant, clear as day. Sometimes.

Other times, you can't see it at all. 

Much depends on weather.

Blowing hard at Falling Downs

Every now and then you have to take a break from saving the world and slandering the one percenters.

Ya, I know it's important work, but what the fuck.... by the way, I believe that's known as a "WTF" in modern parlance. I think I'm starting to catch on. I'm far from with-it but give me another six months and I'll be far-gone.

When I get tired of saving humanity I relax with a spot of pro sports. Got the Masters on the flat screen at the moment. Remember when Mikey won the Masters?

How the fuck (HTF?) did that ever happen?

Here at Falling Downs we are tucked in to the bowels of a hundred year old farmhouse. It's warm and cosy inside; wild and crazy-windy outside.

We just came out from under a "wind warning" tonight. A little south of us, they had tornado warnings. A little south of that, they had tornadoes.

We should be OK.