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@tankgrrl @virtualbri The "good old days" were only good for White men, preferably those with money, but they all had control over their women. 
Though, I do long for the days in which things were moving forward and anti-fascism was universally known to be a good thing...
Another view of the preceding contraption. Things have levelled off.
Folk with "fancy" cameras will know this: stop and start looking at something, suddenly everyone around you stops to see what you're looking at. This happened when I looked up and saw this. 
Sitting at the end of a dock really early one morning, back in the day in which DSLRs got grainy fast in low light, but I took the shot anyway, with no expectations, and, 
The fish tried to be stealthy, but just as it made its move, the fly flew.
A seasonal image. Pumpkin Creek.
To see the beginning of the boardwalk shown in the previous image, this was another time. We are where we are when we're there. This day, it happened to be raining. Fortunately, birds don't care, as long as they can cross the lake.
Southernmost part of Canada that's not an island. This was early one spring, juggling wanting to see migrating birds while missing the huge crowds that come for the same reason.
This was out & out fog. Visibility kept changing as the breeze moved the air about. Now you can see the figure on the beach, moments earlier, you couldn't. What is really wild about this is that the water was a steep walk from the side of the road where we parked. At the car, it was a very hot day, blue sky with fog over the water. Walking down to the water's edge, we descended into white, the temp dropped from too hot to a sweatshirt would be nice.
Early one morning in Algonquin Park.
Watching these two, I learned why gulls often hang around herons. When a heron catches a fish, gulls will try to be close enough to grab at slip-ups.
"I didn't do it, I said. But this is my best side."
Can you tell from which way the wind is blowing?
The drive home was pretty interesting (see previous image). We parted ways with it as we turned into Nova Scotia from New Brunswick, and when we got back to the cottage, we got to see the weather system move across over the NB side of the bay. The weather moved left to right at a pretty impressive pace and it was really wonderful to watch. No rain on our side. (For more local folk, Baie Verte is off to the right, out of view here.)