where the beaches meet the river

walking in this morning . . .
the tiny branches that touch the water
have gathered dinner-plate sized discs of ice about their tips . . .

icy deep field

just like the hubble deep field images . . . .

blue jay . . .

this beautiful bird flew alongside me as i walked beside the river . . .

light and colour!

light!

i walked in this morning and there was light inside and out - light!
the colours, the texture, even the taste of the air was so very different. so, please forgive me but i thought on the word "scud", you know, when the summer clouds scud 'cuz there's something coming in . . . it's right there my friends .... just down the line . . . for now, i'm grateful for the late january subtleties of early morning colours and the sweet good softness of the everflowing river . . .

snow on water . . .

the hexagram of snow and light on water . . .

seeking means:

words from a book that first found me through my cool aunt margaret who brought hesse's writing and so much more into my world, back when i was a teenager looking inwards and outwards and seeing much more consonance than i was to know until very very recently . . . . .
“when someone seeks," said siddhartha, "then it easily happens that his eyes see only the thing that he seeks, and he is able to find nothing, to take in nothing because he always thinks only about the thing he is seeking, because he has one goal, because he is obsessed with his goal. seeking means: having a goal. but finding means: being free, being open, having no goal.”
hermann hesse, siddhartha

the consonant essence

just fly

marbling

walking to school through falling snow. 

as it gathers in the river it turns to a sort of fine slush that catches the slight rhythms of the river . . .

squirrel on bricks

one of the neighbour's cats chased this poor little beasty up my neighbour's wall . . .

a lovely note . . .

from my son before i head out on my bike . . .

the january melt

returned to nature

when flowers or petals fall in our home, they return to the natural world just off the back porch . . . .

in the carwash

i love our midwinter journeys to the carwash!!!

to the west, to the east

meld . . .

crossing jackson creek, where it joins the otonabee river . . .

winter bouquet

under the ice . . .

little remnants of last autumn . . .

waking into this world . . .

one reason i love waking up . . . 

walking to school beside a river, 

under beautiful skies . . .

a changing sky

serenity

a moment of serenity in the  middle of a winter storm . . .

the sky at dusk

jackson creek in early january

just like poetry

in the most improbable places

life finding a sweet spot . . . .
walking down aylmer street to get groceries for my dawson son and i . . . .

out for a winter walk . . .

i went looking for what i call "little fragilities" . . .

this beautiful tree

faith

in this tiny plant . . . 

a flicker of green flame

still burns somewhere deep inside . . . 

colour in the winter

even the smallest amount of colour fills my eyes . . .

into the woods

on the very best days, life simply happens . . .
today we went into the woods . . .

and in the woods there was so much beauty. 

it was, 

gently overwhelming . . .

and sometimes, when we were speaking so very softly, 

the trees gathered in closer so that they could hear the poetry, 

know our breathing . . .

everything in the woods 

- including the two of us - 

gathers in 

and celebrates its place in the wholeness ...