Warrens is the site of the annual Cranberry Festival (aka Cranfest) ...

The grandest collection of vendors, craftsies and crazies you ever did see.
The caramel-dipped, chocolate-covered cranberries are delicious.

Know your cranberry bog ....

And never stand on the tracks where trains take them away.

There are puppies in the parks ... and sunsets.

Very nice.

The penny drops....

So when you were a kid, didn't you always wonder why a Crayola crayons box had so many shades of brown in it?

In a box of 48 crayons, there were burnt umber, sienna, crimson.

In a box of 100 crayons--and yes, I knew a kid who had such a treasure--there were two shades of cinnamon, amber, tan, beige, scarlet.

Only as an adult do you realize why you would need such an infinite variety of colors that seem to be drawn from just one corner of the palette.

It's called ... Fall.

Landing....

The island...

No summer is long enough.

The sweetest joy as each Ontario summer piles upon summer, is taking friends secret places they've never been.

A secret place shared is never erased.

No imaging scheme, no gigabyte stick has yet been invented that can lock the bubbling curve of one August afternoon's light, time, water and rock quite so well as the human heart.

We ... were ... there.