Tuesday, March 31, 2015

through the fog

looking southeast across the river towards east city . . .


Monday, March 30, 2015

arc . . .

standing on the london street pedestrian bridge looking down 
at the small portion of river that has melted . . . 



Sunday, March 29, 2015

dancing on the skin of a creek . . .

winter and spring dancing together on the skin of meade creek . . .



Saturday, March 28, 2015

river ice . . .

 river ice - water, air, decayed vegetation, snow, rain, sunshine, the whispered passings of the unfolding stories that are people.


Friday, March 27, 2015

other worlds ...

yard duty right now is lovely. there are little patches of ice dotted across the surface of the playing field. when i get down on my hands and knees, they look like little constellations and nebulas.





Thursday, March 26, 2015

changes . . .

the river is gradually opening up and in the process, great chunks of the mid-stream ice are being lifted up and onto the shoreline ice . . .






Wednesday, March 25, 2015

the golden beast . . .

oh how she loves wendy's stale gingerbread . . .


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

waiting patiently . . .

for my favourite ice cream window to open and take my order for some black cherrry and death by chocolate ice cream!


Monday, March 23, 2015

cusps . . .

the river . . . close to shore the ice remians thick and solid . . . but the middle has melted clear and is  running freely . . .


Sunday, March 22, 2015

spring skies

it still isn't anywhere near warm yet, but the skies have changed . . .





Saturday, March 21, 2015

a crystal clear day . . .

as the snow and ice pulls away and returns to the air to fall elsewhere . . . it leaves tiny sculptures  . . .



Friday, March 20, 2015

cloud chamber

ice under the london street bridge reminded me of the first time i saw a cloud chamber . . .



Thursday, March 19, 2015

as fast as thought

“To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is, you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived.”

Richard Bach,
Jonathan Livingston Seagull



Wednesday, March 18, 2015

the days of my life . . .

“I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.” 

Rainer Maria Rilke
Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God


Monday, March 16, 2015

mid march



an early spring evening walk. birdsong.


Sunday, March 15, 2015

as the snow melts . . .

spring and brother sun are gradually revealing the wonderful layering of ice and snow covering the
ground for the last few months . . .






Saturday, March 14, 2015

the river opens . . .

further south of yesterday's images . . . the river is opening so slowly . . . revealing layers of days that were colder than cold . . . snows that were so snowy . . .



Friday, March 13, 2015

the river opens up again . . .

the river has opened up nicely north of little lake and i had the great fortune of spending time beside it under a blue blue sun-filled sky this afternoon . . .




Thursday, March 12, 2015

ice fog

i got out late for this day when the ice fog settled in and softened the light . . . but here are some pics taken from my favourite summer eating and talking spot . . . the silver bean . . .




Wednesday, March 11, 2015

on my way home . . .

here is my most of the year-round ride stopped by the river for a spring photo op . . .


Tuesday, March 10, 2015

the bridge

it feels very good and lovely to be on the bridge between winter and spring . . .


Monday, March 9, 2015

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Saturday, March 7, 2015

the playful clouds

it's such a pleasure to see the different playful clouds arriving after a long cold winter of diffident surly bruising cloudforms . . .