a new day . . .

the sun sends its first colourful messengers up and over the horizon 

as seen through my daughter's bedroom window . . . 

due south

they are landing in little lake in great flocks and chatting about this that and anything else and then off they go flying due south . . . . 

a so very very beautiful day . . .

closing in . . .

the little creeks that i cross (on my bicycle) that feed into the otonabee river 

are starting to freeze over …

a small corner

moss, rock, and fallen conifers . . . . 

between the squalls

ridng between the squalls . . .

snow fell off and on, riding on the tail of a wind that was capricious and headstrong in its demeanour. i was compelled to read the trees and the clouds to determine exactly how much time i might have between each snowy event in which to ride to wherever i was going. 

and then i stopped worrying and simply rode with it or through it. 

so much like life.

when a tree falls

a day in the woods

a day in the woods with my class . . . 

some times i couldn't see my kids for the trees!

the sky at play

on days when the sky is at play i need to head outside at every opportunity to watch!

morning sky

the morning sky opens up and fills the air with light and colour. 

as seen from my daughter's room.

the sublime and crystalline . . .

snow … fell and remained.

bicycle culture

the beautiful bike culture of backstreet toronto  . . .

livin' in the city

downtown toronto  . . .

a gentle evening

sister moon softly hovers over downtown toronto . . .

reaching and holding

the bridge

on my driveway, a visible bridge between the seasons . . . .

golden lining

one small advantage to working late at school is that i get to enjoy the sunset!

a windy day by the river

the wind worked the river into tiny ripples . . .

the tough autumn days

cold, rainy, snowy, windy days in autumn can be pretty bleak . . .

i'm not at the age and stage where i can take my own advice on this one, but if you can, stay inside, read a good book, make yourself tea, and look out the window every so often to remind yourself of your incredible good fortune at having such a lovely place to yourself!

an autumn ride north of the city . . .

a rainy, snowy, windy blistery chilly sort of day but one that saw me pedalling through and out of the city simply to see what i could see . . .

there was so much to see!

sunday morning, early autumn . . .

the fullness and entirety of the morning . . . early autumn, early morning, my head barely connected to my body looking out at the arriving sky as if it is the beginning day which in fact happened many hours before  . . . and yet the sky, a thing a place of beauty, holds my attention and draws me in to its unlikeliness all the while celebrating the very simple and diminishing beauties still holding on from summer time . .

the view from where i work . . .

the first thin cold blustery autumn skies arrived today . . . 

here's the view from two of my classroom windows . . . 

on reflection (ii)

reflection: the world that describes, explains, sorts, restructures the world i live in.

when this world is unacceptable, difficult, more than i am able to work with, the world of reflection arrives and mediates everything . . . softens it, 

recalibrates the harshness into an impressionistic tenderness . . . 

on reflection . . .

i woke early this morning so i could stop and make time to enjoy some of the quiet places on my ride in to school. the air was warmer than it has been for a little while and so i stopped in places simply to enkoy the stillness of a mid autumn morning.