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Somewhere over the midwest, originally uploaded by Gavatron.

Deep blues up at 30000 feet

Ruby-crowned Kinglet, originally uploaded by Gavatron.

Things have been busy since mid-March with two funerals, a dissertation chapter, a paper for a conference and a chapter for a book. Got to go out birding for the first time in what feels like forever today, and boy was it great just to be out.

Earlier this week, I noticed Ruby-crowned Kinglets and saw this one today, so they appear to be making their way through Toronto right now.

Barosaurus in the basillica, originally uploaded by Gavatron.

The main entrance to the American Museum of Natural History.

Sucker Lake, originally uploaded by Gavatron.

Product of my first real foray into night sky photography.

Oh hai!, originally uploaded by Gavatron.

One of hundreds, if not thousands of shrimps that live in the tidal pools around St-Malo. I fell in love with these arthropods—watching any pool, they would simply morph into view. Now they were always there, but it required a certain amount of intentionality on my part to see them. Once they became visible, they were all over these pools, feeding. I stuck my foot in to see what happened, and I was covered with the little ones that ate the dead skin around my toes.

Both taken with the iPhone camera and stitched together with AutoStich.

Rue de Petit Fort, originally uploaded by Gavatron.

This road was a highlight of the trip. Funny, I know.

Dinan is a city with a thousand-year history: founded at the narrowing of the Rance River, a bridge was built and boat traffic was charged a toll to pass. As the town grew on the flats by the bridge, it became a greater target for aggression from neighbours. So, the town retreated up the side of the river valley and became a walled city. The connection to the river was still important, and the Rue de Petit Fort (Little Fort Road) is the winding, cobblestoned connection down the steep valley from the medieval walled city to the Rance river below.

Lined with half-timbered houses, you could easily imagine schlepping up and down the streets in the 14th century; I envisioned cobblestones slicked with excrement from animals pulling carts to and from the river port. Loved it.

Last of the Romantics, originally uploaded by Gavatron.

While walking the dogs, I found this discarded magnetic poetry set in front of one of the local frat houses.