Friday, January 31, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
purple hyacinth
the gift of a purple hyacinth in the cold bleak mid-winter continues even as it loses its bloom . . .
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Monday, January 27, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
frostbow
Frost´bow`
n. 1. A white arc or circle in the sky attending frosty weather and formed by reflection of sunlight from ice crystals floating in the air; the parhelic circle whose center is at the zenith.
n. 1. A white arc or circle in the sky attending frosty weather and formed by reflection of sunlight from ice crystals floating in the air; the parhelic circle whose center is at the zenith.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Friday, January 24, 2014
mid winter by the river
walking alongside the river in the early morning on my way to school . . . the river steaming into the thirty five below zero winter air . . . the sun, full and bright but not warm . . . definitely not warm!
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
snowshoes!
i bought myself some new snowshoes so we can go off the trails and into the woods
to see what we can see and take photographs!!!!
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
deliquescent
a heart becoming a butterfly . . .
caught in mid melt . . .
deliquescent . . .
“every moment of light and dark is a miracle.” walt whitman
Monday, January 20, 2014
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Friday, January 17, 2014
Thursday, January 16, 2014
cheese making
i got to attend a workshop on simple cheesemaking recently that excited me tremendously . . .
tom spills the secrets!
tom. half peterborough boy. half north carolina boy.
the dangling and slowly draining cheesecloth bag of to be becoming cheese . . .
tom spills the secrets!
tom. half peterborough boy. half north carolina boy.
the dangling and slowly draining cheesecloth bag of to be becoming cheese . . .
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
the view acros the river
there's something about black and white photography that separates it so thoroughly from colour . . .
here are some wartime houses on the southern edge of east city in peterborough.
here are some wartime houses on the southern edge of east city in peterborough.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
the blogger
a self-portrait of the fifty six year old gently maturing man. inside a life filled with astonishing fortune. kindness and grace literally walks into his life.
he gets to be a teacher - this alone would blow the minds of all who knew him until he was thirty three (and some since!)
a life coloured with the love of many and the remarkable presence of so many more . . .
and perhaps most incredibly - the purpose of almost everything before is revealed in an instant and then everything in his life begins again from there . . .
Saturday, January 11, 2014
caprice
this leaf lay in the snow on its own . . . there were no others like it anywhere nearby . . . it reminded me of how we travel through this place . . . how do we get to where we are . . . carried on the winds of caprice and fortune . . . each entirely unique and astonishing . . .
Friday, January 10, 2014
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
i can't stop my eyes . . .
i can't stop my eyes desperately seeking out colour in the greyscale that is a peterborough winter . . . .
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
busy
even deep into winter's stillness,
there's a "busyness"that accompanies the visual presence of winter . .
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