Originally from Northern England, Alan Norsworthy has been a photographer since the late 1960's.

He moved to Canada in 1973 and has made Guelph Ontario his home for the last 24 years.

" I remember visiting the CN Tower in the early 70's and the guide said that as far as you could see in any direction is the best farmland in Canada. That comment echoes down the years as I watch subdivisions eat up the landscape."

The area around Guelph offers up a plethora of rural images which Alan captures with his artistic vision. His work covers everything from macro photographs of flowers, sweeping landscapes, historic buildings and old abandoned farms in both colour and Black and White.

"This is where I find my inspiration, I have a need to show people the beauty I see as I walk the woods and fields of Southern Ontario"


Sunday, March 25, 2012

Flowers


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Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy


This last week we went from winter to summer and eventually got spring.

The crocus and miniature iris are up in the garden, the tree's are alive with bird song, the earth or at least the Northern hemisphere is awakening.

I'm a fall and winter person, I enjoy the cold so why am I so hapy at this time of year?

It's the change I enjoy, seeing all that looked lifeless, magically spring back to life is inspiring and refreshing.
Unfortunately flowers are not the only things that springs back to life, so do the bugs.

Here come the blackfly and the mosquitoes!

But before they do there is the delicious in-between when walking the fields feels like walking on soggy shredded wheat (Robert Bateman said that) and the smell of spring is in the air, the birds are singing all these give promise of better days to come.

Yesterday we spent the day in a greenhouse of exotic plants and even more exotic smells from the flowers.

I think everyone should visit a greenhouse at least once during the winter it is sure to cheer you up.

I dedicate this weeks blog to the flowers ....



The flower offered of itself
And eloquently spoke
Of Gods
In languages of rainbows,
Perfumes
And secret silence...
~Phillip Pulfrey, from Love, Abstraction and other Speculations,

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Looking Back


Looking Back
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy


I am most at home in the wilderness, but sometimes an area that has been 'tamed' can affect me in a very similar way to that which I feel when I am "out there".

There is something about a cool, foggy morning that makes you think. Well maybe I should rephrase that; a long walk on a cool, foggy morning makes you think.

Walking the soon to be bulldozed lanes, barns and buildings of what was once Winfields Farm in Oshawa, Ontario, leaves you with mixed emotions; primary sadness. 


Yes it may only be a "Farm", a man made place, but it's shear size makes it special. 6000 hectares and once home to 600 horses, a magnificent equestrian past, all gone, to be gobbled up by 'development'.

There are graves here, not of people, but of horses.

Will the sounds of these magnificent creatures be heard above the din of the subdivisions that will, all too soon, sprawl across this space?

Will people talk in whispers about what they have seen galloping down their tarmaced streets on a moonless night?

I doubt it, but they are there....


So bleak is the picture... that the bulldozer and not the atomic bomb may turn out to be the most destructive invention of the 20th century. ~Philip Shabecoff, New York Times Magazine, 4 June 1978

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Grandma's Window


Grandma's Window
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy


Every time I visit an abandoned house I wonder.
I wonder about the families who lived there,
I wonder about what happened to them.

Some of these places are old and decrepit others still show signs of the lives that were lived there and I look upon the remnants which look back like silent ghosts.

And I think, where are they now, all those that lived, loved, laughed, cried in this place that was once a home?
And how quickly a home can disappear to be replaced by an empty shell
Well almost empty, except for Grandma's curtains in the window.....

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
~William Shakespeare

Monday, March 5, 2012

Standing Tall - The Old Oak - Scotsdale Farm


Standing Tall - The Old Oak - Scotsdale Farm
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy


How many winters has this old oak seen? Alas I think she has seen her last but she still stands defiant in the face of one more icy blast...

We could learn a lot from tree's if only we would listen ...

The oaks and the pines, and their brethren of the wood, have seen so many suns rise and set, so many seasons come and go, and so many generations pass into silence, that we may well wonder what "the story of the trees" would be to us if they had tongues to tell it, or we ears fine enough to understand. ~Author Unknown, quoted in Quotations for Special Occasions by Maud van Buren, 1938