Sunday, December 31, 2017

snowball storage

in the ongoing snowball war on my street, 
some cunning locations are being used to store snowy missiles . . . . 



Saturday, December 30, 2017

Friday, December 29, 2017

downtown toronto

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


Thursday, December 28, 2017

fresh!

a fresh painting
lying in freshly fallen snow


Wednesday, December 27, 2017

morning sun

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


Tuesday, December 26, 2017

monk's cove december 26th, 2017

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






Monday, December 25, 2017

Sunday, December 24, 2017

it's all this simple . . . .

a candle for those flown away
a candle for those simply
away
a candle for those close to home





Saturday, December 23, 2017

Friday, December 22, 2017

snow roses

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



Thursday, December 21, 2017

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

water under the bridge

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



Tuesday, December 19, 2017

iced bronze

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



Monday, December 18, 2017

this feather

this feather still flutters . . . .




Sunday, December 17, 2017

a thin wind

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


Saturday, December 16, 2017

Friday, December 15, 2017

an early december morning

walking in under pebbled skies . . .




Thursday, December 14, 2017

changes

river weeds
under a pebbled sky . . . .




Wednesday, December 13, 2017

a lovely couple

on this morning's ride in to school . . . 
i shared some quality time with this lovely couple!


Monday, December 11, 2017

the impeded stream

"the impeded stream is the one that sings." 
wendell berry


Sunday, December 10, 2017

Saturday, December 9, 2017

the world offers itself

"Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination."
mary oliver





Friday, December 8, 2017

twilight

riding home at twilight . . . 
watching our local star dropping like a molten stone . . . 
into the water ... 




Thursday, December 7, 2017

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

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 . . . 



Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Monday, December 4, 2017

pillars of light

among the small joys: riding home this evening 
and taking in the autumnal pillars of light across the river . . .




Sunday, December 3, 2017

little threads of light

yard duty . . . 
catching the little threads of late november light 
making their way through old leaves . . .




Saturday, December 2, 2017

among the small joys ...

among the small joys ... 
this little flower popped unexpectedly 
from a geranium that i've brought in for the wintertime . . . .


Friday, December 1, 2017

december dusk


Thursday, November 30, 2017