daisy stems

daisy stems in a glass vase backlit by candles . . .

being there . . .

“You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.”
― Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

daisies!

home to a wonderful simple magical gift! a mason jar filled with fresh cut daisies! wow!

duck landings

the little lake duck gang was out in force tonight . . . they took off as i arrived, and then they did a few amazing in my face fly-bys. but it was the grace in the sweetly flawed art of their landings that held me . . .

on the beach?

well, not quite. i saw this tree frozen into the river ice and was surprised when i looked at it here on my laptop to see that it looks like it is on a white sandy beach.

meltwater

meltwater racing down jackson creek . . .

the great melt

pine needles above - and below -  the ice on my driveway . . .

melting

i threw open the windows today even though it wasn't that warm, simply so i could hear the sound of the melting dripping snow and ice . . .

water under the bridge

a glorious sunny day . . . melting water rushing downstream . . .

simple beauty

a maple leaf caught beneath a film of rippled ice . . .

the tagged fence line

maybe it's the distant resemblance to the colours of the unin jack but i sure liked what this person painted up on a fenceline i walk past every day . . .

the frozen water bottle

she left it in the car overnight . . . an unexpected beauty . . .

driveway heart

just before the snowstorm covered everything  . . . .

hearts . . .

"your heart and my heart are very old friends". hafiz

ducks on ice

i know that they have down to help keep warm . . . but how do they do this?!

under the river ice . . .

recently i spent some time beside the river. there was a lovely shelf of ice reaching out into the river. i decided to see if i could get my camera to show me what i coudn't see - underneath the ice shelf . . .

snow squall!

the journey becomes an adventure when walking home through a sudden winter snow squall . . .

tree root heart

dark windows

dark windows formed in the river ice . . . .

snowflake nest

a new painting

i finished a painting  . . .

semi-circular

last saturday afternoon, sitting beside jackson creek (just south of the king street bridge).

pulling away . . .

the ice is pulling away from the shore where it has hugged and cradled boulders and rocks  . . .

winter puddle reflections . . .

golden stardust

the morning sun scattering stardust on the shoreline ice . . .

fountain ice reflections

i'll have to explain this image because it's kind of cool. what you see here is the reflection of the fountain across a thin skin of ice. for some reason the shadow allowed the camera to see the leaves underneath . . . the rest of the image is a thin cloudy film of ice reflecting the trees above . . . .

ice forms on yard duty

these ice forms made me think of fossilized fish in a cloud chamber . . .

an early thaw . . .

fittingly, tomita's rendering of debussy's "engulfed cathedral".

water and ice

jackson creek at bethune and stewart street, peterborough, ontario.