my mum's birthday

my mum is my anchor as my life

 is filled with all the wonderful and trying challenges 

that this world has to offer.

today is her eighty fifth birthday . . . . 

now let me be clear here. 

it's her body that's eighty five years old -

her head and her heart are much much younger . . . 

she is simply, an amazing person. 

as i have the privilege of learning about her life,

 and gaining a more solid understanding of how she is who she has become, 

i am compelled to wish for many many more years with her 

so as to continue to share the unfolding of each of our lives . . . . 

i love you mum

autumn river

the otonabee river, just south of lakefield on a beautiful autumn day . . .

river mist

the little mushroom

down very close to the ground . . . 

this ever so teeny tiny singularity of a little fungal node, 

passing stories between the trees . . . .

whe we stop

it was a beautiful sunny day, the air was warm, the woods almost silent but for the rushing about of the squirrels and chipmunks and the far off cries of children playing. 

faded flowers

sustained by the love they arrived with, 

when they fade and die, 

they somehow miraculously live on . . . .

the big picture

the view across my city . . . .

autumn dandelion

autumn chicory

the little yellow leaves

so close and then also, so far

the fenceline

in her own world . . .

autumn - yard duty

early morning river

morning leaves . . .

like flags

october skies

autumn in a leaf

this beautiful little red leaf caught my eye, shaped as it is like the many geese flying practice runs over my home . . . .

autumn ride

today i rode a 50km fundraiser for the ride for refuge . . . . we rode two laps from peterborough to bridgenorth and back . . . .