snowball storage

in the ongoing snowball war on my street, 

some cunning locations are being used to store snowy missiles . . . . 

under the same moon

downtown toronto

passing by towers that stand by either side of the gardiner expressway . . .

fresh!

a fresh painting

lying in freshly fallen snow

morning sun

with a windchill of minus thirty outside, i think i'll stay home and paint today!

monk's cove december 26th, 2017

a good winter storm is making its way across lake ontario . . . .

merry christmas!

it's all this simple . . . .

a candle for those flown away

a candle for those simply

away

a candle for those close to home

a pioneer christmas (pt. 1)

snow roses

little snow roses are growing on the freshly formed river ice . . . .

looking across the river

water under the bridge

the otonabee river as it passes underneath the railway bridge just north of little lake . . .

iced bronze

walking in this morning under a sun pouring molten bronze over an almost iced over river . . . .

this feather

this feather still flutters . . . .

a thin wind

walking home . a thin wind, a sun well below the horizon . . .

cloud streamers

an early december morning

walking in under pebbled skies . . .

changes

river weeds

under a pebbled sky . . . .

a lovely couple

on this morning's ride in to school . . . 

i shared some quality time with this lovely couple!

the impeded stream

"the impeded stream is the one that sings." 

wendell berry

crossing the bridge

the world offers itself

"Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination."

mary oliver

twilight

riding home at twilight . . . 

watching our local star dropping like a molten stone . . . 

into the water ... 

an early december sky

family

my daughter lexie . . .  i remember the moment of her birth as clearly as the most recent eye-widening conversation i had with her . . . she carries and brings to bear on this world all that her mother and i could - and have - brought to her life . . . and then, most astonishingly and magically, she is herself . . . .

my son dawson and my daughter lexie . . . 

more pillars of light

pillars of light

among the small joys: riding home this evening 

and taking in the autumnal pillars of light across the river . . .

little threads of light

yard duty . . . 

catching the little threads of late november light 

making their way through old leaves . . .

among the small joys ...

among the small joys ... 

this little flower popped unexpectedly 

from a geranium that i've brought in for the wintertime . . . .

december dusk

first ice on the creek