on the fence line

yard duty . . . . an autumn leaf on the fenceline . . .

autumn puddles . . .

driveway puddles on a rainy rainy day!

down close to the ground . . . .

golden days . . .

a frosty morning

sid drops by

this is sid, who comfortably resides at the top of the toughest-cat-in-the-neighbourhood list!

exposed

the water level in the river was lowered overnight by a couple of feet, exposing these lovely natural waterworn sculptures!!!

morning by the river . . .

canopy stories

i love when they lean in and whisper to each other . . .

one wild and precious life . . .

“tell me, what is it you plan to do 

with your one wild and precious life?” 

mary oliver

live by love . . .

“trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.”
e.e. cummings

a favourite spot (2)

i love the autumn for its colours . . . especially when they they cluster on lawns or in rivers . . .

this is one of my favourite spots to stop and let the noise of the world dull to a low rumble . . . .

my mum . . .

my mum is my anchor as i navigate a world i was somewhat prepared for 

but not entirely committed to. 

today is her eighty fourth birthday . . . . she is simply, an amazing person. 

as i have the privilege of learning about her life and gaining a more solid understanding of how she is who she has become, i am compelled to wish for many many more years with her to share the unfolding of each of our lives . . . . 

i love you mum

autumn leaves in the otonabee river . . .

puddles (2)

puddles . . .

autumn gold . . .

the last day

on the last day at the silver bean cafe, a little blossom somehow made its way to our table . . .

a favourite spot . . .

a favourite spot to for me to sit and let the noise of the world settle to a dull mumble . . .

velography

a friend defined the act of taking a photograph while perched on a bicycle as "velography". i like it.

this is me, early in the morning not far from the river. i believe that that photographer is my good friend, michael . . .

as above, so below . . .

an unexpected blueness . . .

crossing the otonabee . . .

friday morning

riding to school alongside the otonabee river . . . a thin fog . . .

riverside . . .

i love this time of year as the leaves return to the river and begin 

their version of the great cycle once more. 

but first, gathering in the little inlets and bays . . . 

i dwell in possibility . . .

"I dwell in possibility..." emily dickinson

early autumn, turning branches, reaching out across the riverwater . . .

sitting in a tree . . .

on my way home from school recently,  i rode through a light rain and decided to spend some time by the river sitting on a big old tree that has likely seen better times ... and harder times also . . . .

unassuming goodness