in my mother's garden

on december 26th . . . .

the simply beautiful . . . . 

boxing day return . . . .

racing home through a foggy southern ontario landscape at dusk . . .

crossing the road

i find the stuff that falls off trucks and cars fascinating . . . .

sweethearts

Winter's golden light

winter's golden light . . . .

crossing the river

Merry Christmas!

Once again, the wonder of Father Christmas finding this home has taken place!!!

yard duty . . .

"mr. leak, come take a picture of this . . . . "

biking in

this is a thank you . . . 

a really heartfelt thank you to my bike that has seen me through so much . . . 

this morning on my ride in . . .

closing over

the otonabee river is slowly but surely closing over with ice . . .

the church at lang village

lang village trip (iii)

crossing the river

lang village trip (ii)

some little spaces at lang that held the moment of a christmas from long ago . . .

a trip to lang village (i)

this week i took my grade two class to lang village for their pioneer christmas program. 

it was magical!!!

the snow fort

on yard duty, i shared time with the junior boys building a snow fort . . . . 

deliquescence

walking home at dusk

walking in early .....

still flying their colours

across the river

snowberries

there's something so utterly seasonal  . . . christmasy . . . about snow-covered berries . . . .

the sweet subtleties

walking in this morning . . 

the sweet subtleties of snow 

softening the edges of old friends . . . .

a form of voluptuousness

“decline is also a form of voluptuousness, 

just like growth. 

autumn is just as sensual as springtime.” 

yvan goll

as above, so below

flying south

these geese . . . flying south . . . 

with no thought of

"when" 

or

"what if" . . 

a cold morning

sawer creek slowly icing over . . .

sumac . . . .

rounding little lake in late autumn

sawer creek . . . first ice

an angel taking flight . . . .

in my home this morning . . . .