Apparently there was once a sign here saying “Welcome” to visitors passing by. As a few buildings sprouted up here, the name stayed.
Welcome does not have a main street but does have a historic church:
and a school:
Rural scenes are very close:
Lake Ontario is nearby but it is very difficult to get near it due to fences and homes. There is one road that led me to a small beach:
I was able to photograph a Cedar Waxwing,
a Turkey Vulture:
and saw and heard hundreds of Canada Geese and a Northern Harrier.
Poem by Yasir Hussein
We fell asleep in one world, and woke up in another.
Suddenly Disney is out of magic,
Paris is no longer romantic,
New York doesn’t stand up anymore,
the Chinese wall is no longer a fortress, and Mecca is empty.
Hugs & kisses suddenly become weapons, and not visiting parents & friends becomes an act of love.
Suddenly you realise that power, beauty & money are worthless, and can’t get you the oxygen you’re fighting for.
The world continues its life and it is beautiful. It only puts humans in cages. I think it’s sending us a message:
“You are not necessary. The air, earth, water and sky without you are fine. When you come back, remember that you are my guests. Not my masters.”