Andrew Trundlewagon's photos

The last rose before winter, in sunlight,

Sea planes moored at sunset, Vancouver Harbour.

The last dahlias before winter and a few autumn fruit and vegetables. "Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. " From "To Autumn: by John Keats (written 19 September 1819 )

The reproductive parts, male and female, of an hibiscus flower.

The blue jays visit mostly in Spring and Autumn. We feed them peanuts in the morning and they often wait on a post outside the window waiting to be fed. Once one gets some nuts it will make a lot of noise to call the other blue jays nearby to join him or her for breakfast. They are highly intelligent and fearless birds.

. A White-tailed deer -Cerf de Virginie-(Odocoileus virginianus) from parc St Bruno, a provincial Park about thirty or forty minutes outside Montreal. I think this one was still quite young. . The park deer are remarkably docile near humans, but they are terrified of dogs. If a dog takes an interest in them they panic, crash through the bushes and make spectacular leaps across open spaces.

English's Oyster bar, The Lanes, Brighton, UK, Umbrellas, white table cloths, tradition, food The Walrus and the Carpenter Lewis Carrol The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there After the day was done-- "It's very rude of him," she said, "To come and spoil the fun!" The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead-- There were no birds to fly. The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand; They wept like anything to see Such quantities of sand: "If this were only cleared away," They said, "it would be grand!" "If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year. Do you suppose," the Walrus said, "That they could get it clear?" "I doubt it," said the Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear. "O OYSTERS, come and walk with us!" The Walrus did beseech. "A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, Along the briny beach: We cannot do with more than four, To give a hand to each." The eldest Oyster looked at him, But never a word he said: The eldest Oyster winked his eye, And shook his heavy head-- Meaning to say he did not choose To leave the oyster-bed. But four young Oysters hurried up, All eager for the treat: Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat-- And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn't any feet. Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more-- All hopping through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore. The Walrus and the Carpenter Walked on a mile or so, And then they rested on a rock Conveniently low: And all the little Oysters stood And waited in a row. "The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax-- Of cabbages--and kings-- And why the sea is boiling hot-- And whether pigs have wings." "But wait a bit," the Oysters cried, "Before we have our chat; For some of us are out of breath, And all of us are fat!" "No hurry!" said the Carpenter. They thanked him much for that. "A loaf of bread," the Walrus said, "Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed-- Now if you're ready, Oysters dear, We can begin to feed." "But not on us!" the Oysters cried, Turning a little blue. "After such kindness, that would be A dismal thing to do!" "The night is fine," the Walrus said. "Do you admire the view? "It was so kind of you to come! And you are very nice!" The Carpenter said nothing but "Cut us another slice: I wish you were not quite so deaf-- I've had to ask you twice!" "It seems a shame," the Walrus said, "To play them such a trick, After we've brought them out so far, And made them trot so quick!" The Carpenter said nothing but "The butter's spread too thick!" "I weep for you," the Walrus said: "I deeply sympathize." With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes. "O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because THEY"D EATEN EVERY ONE.

Dotty Dinosaur -escape from the museum.

A raccoon in the garden; photographed in very dim light so the flash is reflected in her eyes.

This painting was done live as part of a street event in Montreal. A picture of the Mexican painter Frida Kahlo - Photographed with cell phone. The painter uses the name "Miss Me". en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frida_Kahlo

This is an old photo taken at the village of Fox Glacier in New Zealand (South Island). The snow capped mountains and the glacier (which isn’t in the photo) are surrounded by dense rain forest with the largest ferns I have seen anywhere (there is one in the right hand corner). It rained almost continuously and this was taken in the few minutes when the sun came out. According to the internet the glacier's name in Maori is "Te Moeka o Tuawe", which means the "tears of Tuawe," who lost her husband on the mountain and whose tears of grief were frozen by the Gods to form the glacier.

Early morning sunrise over North York, Toronto, slightly misty

A tree in a park- Toronto- catching the early light of sunrise

A darner or meadowhawk dragonfly resting on flowers. Une libellule reposant sur des fleurs

A meadow hawk or darner (Sympetrum) dragonfly at rest

Bignor Roman villa is near Arundel in Sussex; it was a large, very prosperous Roman-British farm complex of the third century. This rather solemn woman is thought to be Venus, although this is not hundred percent certain. The amount of work and skill that went into making these mosaics, to be lain in an obscure farmhouse at the Westernmost margins of the empire, is extraordinary and just as incredible that they were so well made to have survived to this day.

Bignor Roman villa is near Arundel in Sussex; it was a large, very prosperous Roman-British farm complex of the third century, and many of its mosaics have survived to this day. This is a detail from one of them and shows a nude woman in rear view.

"Sic transit Gloria mundi"- a pair of skulls on a grave slab from the floor of St Nicholas church in Portslade, Sussex.