Monday, November 30, 2015

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


Sunday, November 29, 2015

Saturday, November 28, 2015

early morning view . . .

the view from my daughter's room . . .




Friday, November 27, 2015

the moon in the river





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





Thursday, November 26, 2015

rounding the bay




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




Wednesday, November 25, 2015

traces


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



Tuesday, November 24, 2015

reflecting on big business

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


Monday, November 23, 2015

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 . . . 




Sunday, November 22, 2015

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 . . . . . 



Saturday, November 21, 2015

Friday, November 20, 2015

a bruised sky . . .

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



Thursday, November 19, 2015

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 . . . .


Wednesday, November 18, 2015

first ice . . .

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


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

the little island

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



Monday, November 16, 2015

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Friday, November 13, 2015

pull . . . .

riding home late yesterday afternoon . . .


Thursday, November 12, 2015

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 . . . .


Wednesday, November 11, 2015

frosty wind feathers . . .

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





Tuesday, November 10, 2015

riding in to school . . .

early morning in mid autumn . . .

Monday, November 9, 2015

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Friday, November 6, 2015

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

remnants

the remains of leafy trees mirrored in rainwater . . .



Tuesday, November 3, 2015

the sky in my town

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



Monday, November 2, 2015

Sunday, November 1, 2015