freedom

“you have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way".”

richard bach, jonathan livingston seagull

rounding the bay (2)

early morning view . . .

the view from my daughter's room . . .

the moon in the river

riding home under moonlight and stopping at my favourite tree to enjoy her reflection in the river . . . 

rounding the bay

minus eleven celsius and icy roads . . . but this is why i love to bicycle to and from school!

traces

a moment from our first snow of this season . . . 

reflecting on big business

the quaker oats factory, reflected in the otonabee river . . . . a relationship that has lasted over a hundred years . . .

radiance . . .

arriving a little later in the twenty minute window that opens allowing the light to reflect off a nearby building and out onto little lake . . . 

shimmer

each year around this time, the sun sinks low enough in the sky to reflect off a small condominium's windows out onto little lake . . . the effect lasts about twenty minutes . . . . . 

by the riverbank . . .

a bruised sky . . .

riding under a bruised sky that rained and then bathed the world in great sheets of muted light . . .

i am a bird in god's garden

this little chickadee knew that i was there, just as i knew it was there. we both watched the sun sliding in and out of cloud banks as the morning unfolded . . . .

first ice . . .

in a rut by the side of the road . . . the first ice i stopped for this autumn . . .

the little island

the northernmost island of the silver bean archipelago hovers in the morning mist . . .

mid-november river

bare trees . . .

a blowing rain . . .

pull . . . .

riding home late yesterday afternoon . . .

veils . . .

veils . . . they lift ... they part ... and the richest and most astonishing truths are revealed. like the most powerful dreams that i wake with, and hold onto as tightly as i can for their sheer enormity, my experience of these moments is that they are beautiful in their detail and then also, pregnant with life-altering clarity . . . .

frosty wind feathers . . .

sitting beside jackson creek as the sun goes down . . .

riding in to school . . .

early morning in mid autumn . . .

autumn returns . . . again . . .

the yellow leaves

dispersal . . .

down by the river . . .

hunter street at dusk

remnants

the remains of leafy trees mirrored in rainwater . . .

the sky in my town

this was the sky as i rode to work recently one morning . . . 

down close to the ground . . .

leaves, clouds, and water . . .