Every day I have to pinch myself. I’m not joking.
Why do I have to pinch myself? Well, because I really can’t believe that I get to live in such a beautiful place. I adore Niagara-on-the-Lake, and there is so much beauty here. I love it in spring, summer, fall – and I guess, even in winter. As much as I loathe winter, it can certainly be very beautiful here.
One of my favourite times of day is when our little town is just waking up. So one day last week, I got out to capture some of NOTL’s early morning gorgeousness for you.
I’m going to let the pictures speak for themselves. Well, mostly. I can’t keep my thoughts to myself for long.
We’ll start at the lakeshore.
Hello Toronto. You look beautiful in the sunrise.
I had to take this shot again, for these artistically placed birds. They really cooperated.
Fort Niagara. Hello USA.
I just love the light at sunrise. Especially over Lake Ontario.
Some more attempts at artsy-ness.
That sky. I could watch it for hours….always changing.
Sunrise glory over the Niagara River.
One of my favourite wineries, Two Sisters. Stunning at any time of day.
The majestic approach to the vineyard and winery. I have lost count of how many shots I have taken of this. So here’s another one for you.
I don’t think any words are necessary for this picture. But I feel so peaceful just looking at it.
One of my favourite houses in NOTL.
I love cemeteries – the older the better. Please don’t think I have some morbid thing going on. I just really love to think about the past, about people who have gone before. I love to read their names. I wonder who they were, where they came from, what was their life like.
On top of it all, I also find old cemeteries incredibly tranquil.
A front porch like this would be a dream. I can see myself sitting there, glass of wine in hand, lazily watching the world go by.
The grand lady of NOTL, the Prince of Wales Hotel.
Queen Street in the morning sunshine. I love it any time of day, but in the morning, with just a few people about, it’s even better.
Then around the corner, and up King Street.
Where you will happen to pass the best coffee shop in town – Balzac’s. The building it is in is the old train station.
St. Andrew’s. I just love this building.
And of course, it’s cemetery. Look at this gravestone. Come on, don’t you want to know who Isabella Eglesum is? I think her name itself is utterly fabulous. Sounds like a character straight out of a Charles Dickens novel.
After some time pondering Isabella and her fate, it was time to head back to Highbrook. I had some hungry guests to feed!
What a peaceful start to the day.
I don’t think I will ever tire of walking around this beautiful town.