Tuesday, June 30, 2015

a rainy rainy day . . .

in her garden . . .






Monday, June 29, 2015

early evening street . . .

one small part of the downtown of my city in the early evening . . .


Sunday, June 28, 2015

water lilies . . .

an early morning ride through a riverside park . . .


Saturday, June 27, 2015

pop-up pop tasting

just outside my friend brianna's studio . . . 


at the front door . . . 


my friend kris applying labels (which he designed) to bottles of pop syrup . . . 


jamie - the owner of sweet daddy fresh sodas . . . 


the biz . . . 



brianna and wendy exchanging some knowledge . . . just what it was i' don't know but judging by the expressions . . . well i'll leave it to you to determine what might just have transpired . . .


Friday, June 26, 2015

life . . .

there is always so much, up in the air . . .


Thursday, June 25, 2015

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

a day . . .

a day in which the pictures reflected my own emotive state . . . 





Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Monday, June 22, 2015

evensong



Sunday, June 21, 2015

Saturday, June 20, 2015

a chance shot

one of my students threw a basketball through the air just as i was taking a shot of the sky . . . the effect to my eyes is otherworldly . . .


Friday, June 19, 2015

Thursday, June 18, 2015

close to the ground . . .

the front and the back of my home . . . 
down close to the ground . . .
painted in pale white and pink this evening.




Wednesday, June 17, 2015

let your soul stand cool and composed . . .

"and i say to any man or woman, 
let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes." 

walt whitman



Tuesday, June 16, 2015

the sky in the river . . .

crossing the otonabee . . .



Monday, June 15, 2015

Sunday, June 14, 2015

a rainy day . . .

a rainy day in toronto . . .





and in peterborough . . .


Saturday, June 13, 2015

at the zoo!

after much discussion in the classroom about the ethics of zoos - the good and the not-so-very-good about keeping animals in enclosed spaces - we experienced the joy of a journey to toronto to spend time with many pale and beautiful animals who (hopefully) enjoyed sharing their time with we, similarly pale and beautiful animals . . .






Friday, June 12, 2015

enter their dreaming . . .

"if you could enter their dreaming and dream with them deeply,
you would come back different to a different day,
moving so easily from that common depth."

rainer maria rilke 

sonnets to orpheus II, 14



Thursday, June 11, 2015

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

western skies

“behind all seen things lies something vaster; everything is but a path, a portal or a window 
opening on something other than itself. ” 

antoine de saint-exupĂ©ry      wind, sand and stars


Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Monday, June 8, 2015

her eyes . . .



when we leave her to go out, 
her eyes speak much louder than the words she can't say . . .

Sunday, June 7, 2015

hills and wires


sometimes there are moments - and this is one - that echo back for me into the most beautiful and cherished recesses of my stevenchild mind . . . amongst the most magical sensorial imprints from my childhood were the bus rides across the pennines from manchester into yorkshire. crossing the moors under leaden or falling skies, staring through fogged-up windows down steep inclines into valleys dotted with sheep (looking like so many dandelion clocks), and the lonely telegraph poles connecting the disconnected facets of civilization. the distant hills so blue grey and magical. all the while i would be eating spangles - a square hard candy. the image seen here was taken on our way back through the ganaraska forest south of peterborough. sometimes the present echoes the past for me so fully i wonder at the fluidity of memory, the actuality of the moment . . . .

Saturday, June 6, 2015

soft horizon