Friday, February 28, 2014

Thursday, February 27, 2014

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 . . . .










Wednesday, February 26, 2014

we see below the ice . . .

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




Tuesday, February 25, 2014

home


Monday, February 24, 2014

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 . . . .



Sunday, February 23, 2014

ice on the front walk . . .

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






Saturday, February 22, 2014

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 . . . .


Friday, February 21, 2014

as above, so below

when the ground looks like the sky . . .



Thursday, February 20, 2014

the truth of trees

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



Wednesday, February 19, 2014

the little evergreen arch


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

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

looking at ice in a different way . . .

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



Monday, February 17, 2014

soon . . .

waiting for summer . . .


Sunday, February 16, 2014

like summer

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


Saturday, February 15, 2014

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


Friday, February 14, 2014

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 . . . 





Thursday, February 13, 2014

winter river

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


Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

the slender thread

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

Monday, February 10, 2014

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…….



Sunday, February 9, 2014

the flame

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


Saturday, February 8, 2014

Friday, February 7, 2014

good morning!


Thursday, February 6, 2014

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!!!



Wednesday, February 5, 2014

their little webbed feet

duck footprints as seen from above . . . .


Tuesday, February 4, 2014

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 . . . 

Monday, February 3, 2014

Sunday, February 2, 2014

crossing the river

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




Saturday, February 1, 2014

wind-sculpted snow surfaces

winter becomes elemental . . .