spring!

a strange and wonderful story . . .

i have a strange and wonderful story to tell you tonight . . . it begins last night when i recieved a facebook message from my friend tracy, the proprietor of kyoto coffee. tracy wrote to let me know that she believed that she had just seen a painting of mine at the value village consignment store. she included a photograph.

as soon as i saw it i recognized the piece as one that i had sold to peter robinson college (trent university) back in 1981. at the time they had generously coughed up fifty dollars (which translates in current dollars to around $136.00).

tonight wendy and i made our way over to value village and sure enough, there it was. a drybrush watercolour rendering of my then deep passion for russian suprematism, alexander calder, and several others.

very reasonably priced at $6.99!

so of course i bought it.

a little furry buddy!

there's very little as wonderful as crossing paths with a little furry buddy first thing in the morning!!!

views from a car

racing across the landscape of southern ontario under lovely changing skies . . . 

the little icy bits . . .

snow is still falling in the morning here . . . but it is less lacy, less delicate . . .

this . . .

this steely vanilla-washed morning . . .

on reflection . . .

sun-speckled

the beautiful otonabee river early in the monring . . .

all that emerges . . .

safety boom

the safety boom to the south of the london street bridge . . .

a misty morning . . .

crossing the bridge in the rain . . .

side-by-side

the low flier

“why, jon ,why?” his mother asked. “why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, jon? why can’t you leave low flying to the pelicans, the albatross? why don’t you eat? jon, you are bone and feathers!”
“i don’t mind being bone and feathers, mum. i just want to know what i can do in the air and what i can’t, that’s all. i just want to know”.

"jonathon livingston seagull"

 richard bach

sweet zephyrs . . .

go with the flow . . .

i listen to the water, to the clouds . . . slow down, go with the flow . . . .

spring skies

warmer air and a very still river make for gorgeous reflections . . .

cleanup

i got to enjoy a beautiful beginning to saturday morning while sharing a cleanup of the east side of armour hill with friends.

it's such a beautiful place with views that allow for you to see almost thirty miles south. the sky was kind of mixed at first but it didn't matter. the shared stories and laughter as we worked, easily made up for the occasional unseasonally chilly zephyr.

on the other side of those hills is my mum's home.

puddle stars

crossed wires

little puddles

like a harp . . .

walking home