the great effulgent cloud!

the beer making workshop at trent . . .

learning to make beer with billy ditchburn, soft spoken raconteur and purveyor of northern english wit and really good beers . . . .

we see below the ice . . .

water under the ice on my driveway catching some of the colours of the sky . . . 

home

a brief freedom

a little clump of lichen and moss feels the late winter sun breaking through the skin of ice that has covered its body for months . . . .

ice on the front walk . . .

a world of phantasmagorical shapes all hovering on the surface of a square of concrete . . .

i knew it!

if you are a person who wanders off into the woods then you have likely experienced the strange sensation that you were being watched . . . i know i have. i'll be walking along and turn around and there's . . . nothing. a couple of times recently i was in the woods and had that sensation and i turned around and once … once, i was certain i saw a little puff of snow. so i stopped and watched. standing very still. barely breathing. and sure enough guess what popped up out of the snow . . . .

as above, so below

when the ground looks like the sky . . .

the truth of trees

trees don't die, they just change roles . . .

the little evergreen arch

i imagined myself very very tiny and camping under this great evergreen arch.

looking at ice in a different way . . .

crossing the london street bridge. the footings looking like so much meringue . . .

soon . . .

waiting for summer . . .

like summer

up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky . . .

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dried flowerheads holding the winter sun in place . . . .

in all the small places

walking in this morning - river frost drifting across dried leaves 

that have somehow clung to branches through 

a harsh and unforgiving winter . . . 

winter river

well into sunset . . . the otonabee catches the last light of a sun entirely gone but somehow still throwing colour . . .

three quarter moon

the slender thread

so very fragile… hoar frost collects on a vine hanging in the slowly rising morning sun . . .

natural art

tidying up house plants and returning their leaves to nature . . . the wind picked up some of them and created a small natural piece of art…….

the flame

the candlewick as butterfly . . . i wish a peaceful and good day to all i know and love . . . .

down by the river . . .

good morning!

walking by the river

a cold morning and the sun is pulling steam up off the river . . . the steam settles on all the plants, the wintering grasses, the trees, and th sun settles a soft tangerine glow over everything. needless to say i was late getting in to school!!!

their little webbed feet

duck footprints as seen from above . . . .

this morning

an early morning walk in to school around little lake 

i watch as the sun and a tree 

braid themselves 

into a sort of

 dance . . . 

night walk . . .

crossing the river

i never tire of crossing the river on my way home . . . it changes every day . . . . 

wind-sculpted snow surfaces

winter becomes elemental . . .