Sunday, December 02, 2007

The Power Flickers...

...so I'd best be quick. We've lost power three times today -- heavy snow on the wires, I think. At least a foot of snow has fallen during the daylight hours today -- with much resultant happiness ensuing from the local denizens.

Time then, for just a few visual memories of book tours past.

This shot is of the moon shining down on the beautiful main street of Lindsay, Ontario, after the first snowfall of the year.

A very pretty town, as was Omemee -- just down the road a few clicks. Full of most excellent kids with GREAT questions who made me feel right at home.

This shot is of old Montreal, through the window of a creperie, where a brief (but rollicking) lunch was consumed with great gusto. It was Grey Cup Sunday and the streets were fairly empty, and strangely enough it was darned tough to find a place to eat. But we managed it, and were very happy with the results.


And this is the real reason, of course, that I hied myself to Montreal for lunch and a tour of the old city in the first place...


Now just look at that face and tell me ANYONE who would pass up a chance to spend time with this woman? You'd have to be crazy...

Thanks for a great day, Pamela!

~kc

7 comments:

Susan Adrian said...

Awww. You know I'd be in Montreal in a flash if I could, for that lunch. :)

Trudy said...

Awww! She is so sweet and fun! I'll bet she gave you a wonderful tour. I just love Montreal - I hope I can back there myself one day. Great pic's Karen!

~Trudy

Rose said...

k,

Great photos!

Miss you,
Rosie

kc dyer said...

Hey Suze,

We had a good time -- as I'm sure you can imagine...

~kc

kc dyer said...

Hi Trudy!

Both she and her very handsome husband showed me a wonderful time. Montreal was beautiful, showing me her snowy skirts that day...

~kc

kc dyer said...

Miss you, too, Rosie!

~kc

A Novel Woman said...

Aw, I miss you...

Great shot of us! Though it looks like I have my hair tucked into my bosoms. My heaving bosoms. My bounteous heaving bosoms. I just like saying bosoms in my head.

My chocolate - hidden behind the breadmaker, under Eldest's gardening gloves - is almost gone. Lawsie mercy that is some fine chocolate. I must hie myself to the distillery...