Thursday, April 30, 2015

spring!


Wednesday, April 29, 2015

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.








Tuesday, April 28, 2015

a little furry buddy!

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



Monday, April 27, 2015

views from a car

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






Sunday, April 26, 2015

the little icy bits . . .

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



Saturday, April 25, 2015

this . . .

this steely vanilla-washed morning . . .



Friday, April 24, 2015

Thursday, April 23, 2015

sun-speckled

the beautiful otonabee river early in the monring . . .


Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

safety boom

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


Monday, April 20, 2015

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Saturday, April 18, 2015

side-by-side


Friday, April 17, 2015

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


Thursday, April 16, 2015

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

go with the flow . . .

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




Tuesday, April 14, 2015

spring skies

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




Monday, April 13, 2015

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.




Sunday, April 12, 2015

puddle stars


Saturday, April 11, 2015

crossed wires


Friday, April 10, 2015

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

walking home