Wednesday, November 30, 2016

in the car wash

quality time in the car wash . . . . .





Tuesday, November 29, 2016

through this . . .

one of my favourite portals . . .


Monday, November 28, 2016

promontory . . .


a copse of trees noses into the wind and clouds of an oncoming storm . . . 



Sunday, November 27, 2016

the riverside farm

i've seen this farm many times and i never tire of its fortunate placement beside this meandering river . . . .



Saturday, November 26, 2016

Friday, November 25, 2016

time by the river

i love the autumn for the natural assemblages that form 
around tiny pebbled promontories along the river ......


Thursday, November 24, 2016

willow reflecting

in jackson park, here in peterborough . . . . 



Wednesday, November 23, 2016

see me . . . tell about me . . .

stopping so many times . . . 
so many times it was as if everything i passed was whispering .... 
see me . . . . tell about me . . . 
all the way home from omemee . . .





Tuesday, November 22, 2016

letting go . . . and then not . . .

this, this moment in this very tender and fragile world, 
holds the simple experience of leaves letting go . . . 
and yet, so very here ...



Monday, November 21, 2016

soft fences




Sunday, November 20, 2016

a different beauty

i love that plants can hold their beauty 
even as their bodies retreat into themselves 
for the winter . . . 


Saturday, November 19, 2016

morning fog


Friday, November 18, 2016

still



Thursday, November 17, 2016

this day

the sweet soft early morning glow of leaves holding the light of a low on the horizon sun . . .


Wednesday, November 16, 2016

gossamer strands

"a Christian will part with anything rather than his hope; he knows that hope will keep the heart both from aching and breaking, from fainting and sinking; he knows that hope is a beam of God, a spark of glory, and that nothing shall extinguish it till the soul be filled with glory." 

this dude was a non-conformist puritan in the sixteen hundreds . . . thomas brooks

on my ride in, 
this is what hope looks like;
two beautiful flowers,
conncted by almost invisible
gossamer strands




Tuesday, November 15, 2016

as pieces of cloud

“This is how I would die 
into the love I have for you: 
As pieces of cloud 
dissolve in sunlight.” 

Jalaluddin Rumi




Monday, November 14, 2016

autumn reeds






Sunday, November 13, 2016

veils


Saturday, November 12, 2016

pink pinwheels

early morning frost, freshly melted as the sun crests the hills to the east . . .



Friday, November 11, 2016

off the porch


Thursday, November 10, 2016

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

entanglement


Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Monday, November 7, 2016

Sunday, November 6, 2016

getting off the bike

when it's this beautiful in the morning, 
i get off my bike and walk for a while.
there's simply no sense in rushing!


Saturday, November 5, 2016