Justfolk's photos

I lived most of my childhood about 200 metres to the left of this picture. That street, straight ahead, was thought to be a wide, modern avenue. And perhaps it still is.

This is the loading door for what used to be an important "little theatre" on the university campus I spent most of my adult life on. But about ten years ago they closed the theatre and it is just air-filled space in there now. And the loading door is no longer used.

I shot this on International Commie Cam Day, 1 May 2024. I used my Praktica L camera (with a Pentax 105mm lens). And I used Fuji 200 film that expired in July 2002, twenty-two years ago.

It's not all elegance and patience at the peanuts. The whole world's in an uproar, the crows' lives upside down....

Well, really, it is one of the two neigbourhood robins.

Mr Downy is around today. And, like Ms Downy yesterday, he's not particularly spooked by me. He was taking sunflower seeds to the tree, just as she was yesterday.

Mr Purple Finch outside my kitchen door this grey morning.

This Downy woodpecker has been visiting us for a few minutes at a time the past couple of days. She keeps checking out the sunflower seeds on offer, taking one off to a tree, and then coming back. Until she gets bored with the offering.

It was a wet and dark day today as I drove around the usual places looking for Maybushes. I found only two though I later heard there were a couple more.

This big loss for a robin was a small gain for a crow. Bigger gain, I suppose, if it was a starling that ate this egg. This was by the sidewalk, fifty metres down the street from our door ths afternoon.

I should not have been trying to get a picture while driving. But we were going pretty slowly. And I do like trucks' arses.

Dull day, rough pigeon.

All hands are testy in this weather. You can see, by the way, how much bigger a purple finch (left, a female) is than a goldfinch (right, a male).

Well, they never really disappeared. But some weeks there are more than others. This week we've seen a little flock of three females (or immatures) plus one male. Here, the male and one of the females are sitting, waiting for a good spot at the feeder.

This is another one of those white-winged crossbills I saw today, this one a female.

We were walking around a local park today and kept walking through little flocks of these white-winged crossbills. Maybe the same flock over and over. They were all making meals of the cone crop of junipers. Yes, junipers. You probably call them something else: larch, or hackmatack. Or something else. I grew up calling them junipers. And fifty-odd years ago when Donovan Leitch sang about his girlfriend Jenny, this was the tree I thought of. Without the bird.

It briefly got as high as eleven degrees (uhh, about 53 F) today. The sun, out for a little while, made that temperature seem higher. And the flies knew it. This one was crawling around outside the kitchen-door window. He seemed to be as large as houseflies get. I didn't dare open the door for fear of seeming to invite him in.

I was halfway through chopping some leeks to add to the chickpea mix I was making.