Scribe goes to see the flood gates in operation.
Scribe checks out the high water nearly crossing the road.
The melt is really going on. Check out the first picture, where Scribe shows us some interesting shapes caused by the melting snow.
Scribe, out for a walk in the neighbourhood, notices an almost glassy surface on the snow.
Scribe goes out to Falcon Lake, staying at Falcon Trails Resort. This is a view out over the lake.
There has been lots of snow this winter. Scribe poses by a wind row and a mysterious orange tube. What is it? A fire hydrant marker.
After a very foggy night, Scribe goes out to the maple tree to inspect the rime ice.
Despite temperatures in the mid minus 20s, Scribe doesn't mind being outside. Must be the lack of wind, for once.
More than a foot of snow and November isn't even over yet? Scribe is not a-moosed.
Prickly pears? Cool. Scribe tries not to get too close.
Scribe had a quick stop at home before visiting Point Pelee, the most southerly mainland place in Canada.
Before going home, Scribe takes a little visit to a southwest Saskatchewan town.
Scribe checks out the beautiful South Saskatchewan river valley.
Scribe takes a trip to Saskatoon. Unfortunately, it's during a really dense smoke episode.
Scribe winds down his storm chase trip looking at some beautiful mammatus.
Scribe keeps an eye on a supercell outside Concordia, KS.
On a down day, Scribe visits the Garden of the Gods.
Scribe goes on another storm chasing trip. Here he watches a storm to his north in the Texas panhandle.
After all the recent rains, Scribe goes for a walk on a foggy June morning.
Scribe goes to Winnipeg Beach and finds some curious ice formations there.
Back home in Winnipeg, Scribe find that a really early and warm spring has made the lilac bush leaf out about 3 weeks ahead of normal.
Gee, why is it called White Rock? Scribe is on his way back to Winnipeg now...
Scribe goes to White Rock............
...where a pigeon says hello.
Scribe gets to the end of the Skytrain line. How come it's not in the sky, then?
Scribe hangs out high above a busy Vancouver intersection.
Scribe is now on the other coast. 2010's Olympic city. Beautiful, isn't it?
Scribe takes a quick trip to the east coast. Here he is in Dartmouth, NS, looking toward the MacDonald bridge and Halifax.
Wow. That last snowfall was nice; this one just left huge amounts of snow for Scribe to shovel. Here he is, taking a break.
Scribe wakes up to a nice gentle snowfall.
Scribe wakes up to a beautiful display of hoar frost on this past summer's dill.
Scribe comes back home to Winnipeg, where it's a lot colder and there's a lot more snow.
He warms up with his favourite coffee.
Check out that view from Summerland toward Penticton!
Scribe finds a perfect spot for some relaxation.
Scribe makes perogies. First time.
On the first day of winter, Scribe goes into the backyard to a crisp, clear morning.
Scribe verifies that, indeed, the larch tree is a deciduous conifer.
Wrong bathroom, Scribe. Although really, they should have a mooseroom.
Scribe shills for the U of M. (Good calendars, though.)
Scribe gets away to a conference.
The snow is gone but the larch tree is turning colour.
Really? 10 cm of snow in October? Scribe doesn't like this.
Scribe can't believe it: October raspberries.
Scribe goes over to Picnic Island on Falcon Lake. Isn't it beautiful?
Scribe takes advantage of the beautiful late-summer weather at Falcon Lake.
Scribe has a bunch of apples. What to do with them?
Although Scribe is a vegetarian, he doesn't mind supervising the barbecue.
No, Scribe, you can't drive; you're not old enough, you're not tall enough, and you're a moose.
Unbelievable. Scribe makes it to Texas while storm chasing in July. Will wonders never cease?
Scribe stops for BBQ at Hog Wild. He just hopes no moose is served here.
Nope, Scribe is safe: no moose served here.
The adventures of Scribe the Moose
Scribe takes some time after some rather long chase days to relax with a pint of Blue Moon.
Scribe, not at all camera-shy, poses in front of a storm near Cherokee, SD.
The adventures of Scribe the Moose
Scribe catches a developing storm near Wheatland, WY.
Scribe is on another adventure. Storm chasing, anyone?
In case you didn't know, Scribe went for a vacation but forgot to take his camera. He feels really badly for forgetting it. He goes on another trip soon. He overlooks his garden asking, will he remember the camera this time?
Scribe checks the calendar to ascertain that, despite the crappy weather, it is June.
"Tiptoe through the tulips with me..."
Scribe sits by the larch tree, and waxes poetic:
Spring has sprung,
The grass is ris.
I wonder where
The birdies is.
Some say the bird is on the wing,
But that's absurd:
The wing is on the bird.
Seriously? The second week of May and it's snowing?
Uh oh, it's flood time.
Scribe comes back home, and visits Central Canada, which happens to be about 10 km east of Winnipeg. Take that, Toronto.
Scribe visits Naperville, which is perenially considered to be one of the best small cities in the USA in which to live.
Scribe gets away from southern Manitoba, visiting some friends of his.
Scribe goes to a hockey game. He's heard that a distant relative of his can be seen from time to time here.
Nope, winter's not done yet. Scribe braves the snow some more.
A few days of slightly above-freezing temperatures have helped the snowmelt. But the ground is still frozen solid beneath Scribe's feet. With a good amount of rain (maybe thunderstorms) in the forecast, will flooding be a concern? And is winter over for good?
It's late February, and Scribe is beginning to wonder if spring will ever arrive.
Scribe is on vacation, far aWAE from home. Did he go in the hot tub? Scribe won't tell...
Scribe sits next to a picture depicting his favourite hockey team.
Scribe partakes of the Keith's Red.
Scribe likes Keith's Red. He is, after all, from the maritimes.
Scribe wishes you all a Merry Christmoose! Look at all those presents!
Scribe helps with making Christmas Eve dinner. That is, he is in charge of supervising.
Scribe is in Naramata for Christmas, and oh boy, is it ever snowy. He almost got lost in the 18 inches of the fluffy white stuff.
It's a touch early, but Scribe's Christmas cactus is blooming. 'Tis the season!
Scribe comes home to snow. It is December, for sure, but come on.
Scribe gets a great pair of views on the Oregon coast.
Scribe makes it to the Beaver State. Where's the Moose State?
Scribe is on vacation! His first ferry ride.
Scribe gets ready to crack a case of his favourite beer.
This is Scribe. He was born on Christmas Day 2001 in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He lives in Winnipeg now, and hopes to see more of the world in the future.
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