how we see . . .

a small rock in the river. ice has gathered 'round its form . . . .

the boulder

i've watched and photographed this boulder over the years. the split started a few years ago and through the actions of temperature, ice, the river itself, it has reached this state . . . .

it's hard to know

was it something he said?

team shot

here are some of the members of my painting team . . .

my palette - the lid off a dominoes tin . . . .   every couple of paintings i attach a grinding wheel to my electric drill and grind the paint off it . . . .

my water jar . . . once it held pickled beets from my mum . . . 

the desk with brushes and templates and my favourite beer goblet . . . 

a new painting

the sun...

the moon ...

the kittens ....

the kittens are now two weeks old!
here are two of them. miss grey and mica minor were unavailable for comment (sleeping).


moksha minor ....

ginger tom .... (possibly!)

riverstars

a thin skin of ice has returned to the river's edge providing a home for the little snow roses that like to grow on it ....

icy backyard art

the edge of what's left

lying on my tummy beside the river taking in the edge of what's left . . .

march yard duty

quiet as a feather

"Quiet as a feather.

I hardly move though really I’m traveling

a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors

into the temple."

Mary Oliver

something there that might be special . . .

i saw something small and shiny between some rocks. so, holding onto old vines and bits of dead plants, i slowly slid down the bank until i was close to the water's edge . . . holding the camera as close to the river's skin as i could, i couldn't see the actual picture i was taking. i had a sense that there was something there that might be special . . .

kittens!

nine days ago i came home from school and my son Dawson was waiting for me at the door. "dad, i've got something to show you!" he showed me a box where our girl cat was sleeping. i thought nothing of it until he pointed out what she was wrapped around . . . . so, here they are! moksha minor, mica minor, ginger tom, and miss grey! WOW!!

overcome space. overcome time.

“Overcome space, and all we have left is Here. 

Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.” 

Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

the early evening geese

the early evening geese .......

what's sauce . . .

at the morning breakfast meeting of some of the local winged creatures, 

a discussion around the merits and effects of the saying 

"what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander."

all the soft

all the green of river ice:

all the soft of a left behind feather ....

free art!

it won't last forever. free art on my driveway . . . .

the very big and the very blue

riding home 

and deliberately looking to get lost 

inside the very big and very blue 

late afternoon puddles . . . .

the shock of the real

i was a teenager, living in a semi-detached aluminum sided home in willowdale when i read edward abbey's desert solitaire . . . .
"The shock of the real. For a little while we are again able to see, as the child sees, a world of marvels. For a few moments we discover that nothing can be taken for granted, for if this ring of stone is marvelous then all which shaped it is marvelous, and our journey here on earth, able to see and touch and hear in the midst of tangible and mysterious things-in-themselves, is the most strange and daring of all adventures.”

Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire