practice runs

it's that time again . . . the geese are checking out new formations . . . splitting into smaller flocks and then gathering again . . . .

as above, so below

chilly river misty morning

a gift of flowers

yesterday morning i got to experience one of the more awesome moments of my teaching career. one of my grade two girls brought me a bouquet of flowers to brighten my morning!

she used some of her birthday money to do this.

how can i even begin to express my gratitude to this generous and kind person?! thanks from the bottom of my heart savannah . . .

taking in the sun

i took this lovely bouquet of flowers out onto the porch to catch some lovely sunshine . . . . .

when the river sings softest

a lot of water was let out last night . . .
this renders the skin of the river smooth and soft . . .

it holds the sky close . . .

our bodies ... move through this world . . . like this . . .

early morning river ducks
painting
with water, and clouds . . .

puddle seeds

the red petal and the red leaf . . . .

on the front porch.
still damp from the thick fog that enveloped this little part of the world earlier this morning ....

puddle bubble

if you look closely, you'll see that i'm in this bubble, as well as my front porch . . .

yard duty - along the fenceline

berries and goldenrod

time beside the river under a later afternoon sun . . .

a late summer gift!

look at this beautiful flower  . . . by the side of my home . . . 

pause . . .

sitting on a boulder . . . watching the cloud and leaf reflections in the river . . . . 

the spider web

late summer and early autumn spider webs are things of beauty. i love when a spider steps outside of their genetic predispositions and creates something entirely expressive of their own uniqueness . . . .

a peaceful summer afternoon . . .

a quiet spot

i have several places i like to spend time. simply being quiet. this is one . . . . first . . . the view downriver . . . .

the view to my left . . . 

the view under my feet . . . 

the reflecting pool

the yellow leaf and the frog

i saw a leaf clinging to a tiny precipice before being carried over the edge of the little waterfall and into the pond below . . . so i stopped to take this picture, and while i was there, i got to share time with a man who was on his one day off from work. . . he was born in sioux narrows and calls peterborough his home now . . . he showed me where the frogs live and hide in this little pond i pass each day . . . he said "when you come from the woods, you see everything" . . . . .

the yellow flower

its petals

still hold the rain . . . . 

the portal

one of my favourite stretches on the trans canada trail . . . . i ride this most days . . .

when twilight falls like music . . .

riding in and riding home

riding in . . .

riding home . . .

peaceful

across the street at dusk

pale purple trumpets at dusk

downstream

early morning flowers

i ride past the most beautiful flower gardens on my way to school . . . they are tended by one woman.

the one beautiful flower

the one beautiful flower by the river . . .

under soft skies . . .

taking the long way to school today . . . .