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"

Monday, November 26, 2012

St Francis Chapel

St Francis Chapel
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy

My blog ramblings this week are in no way related to the photograph chosen as my "Photo of the week" ...

It's a tip of the hat to my friend Bunny Safari who organised this event and, more importantly, found a spot for me at the last minute.

Yesterday I spent the day in the company of an eclectic bunch of people who gathered at Trina Koster's Studio here in Guelph to put on the 8th Annual "Go with the Flo" Show and Sale.


I must admit, it was quite unlike any other show I have attended or participated in.
For a start there were only two 'guys', myself and Eric the Purple. We took over the front entranceway and declared it 'the man cave'.
Unfortunately most of the male visitors were the one's whose wives had come to visit the "Estrogen cave" next door. The menfolk stood around jiggling strollers, keeping the young 'uns in line and keeping Eric and I company.

Well Eric is one of those people who knows everybody in Guelph so he had lots of visitors who came to do just that, visit. Sales were few and far between in the man cave. However there was a steady stream of people coming out of the other cave carrying paper bags and bundles.

And lets not forget the music and the dancing (when there was enough room). African / Jamaican dance rhythm's swirling out of the Estrogen Cave drowned out my little iPod, even Led Zeppelin couldn't compete...

Christmas Music ? Forget it...

And as for sales, lets call it a day for "networking" or better yet a party in the thin disguise of a 'show and sale'.

So, was the day a success?

Lets just say, I'm working on it.....

"That man is successful who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much, who has gained the respect of the intelligent men and the love of children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who leaves the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it; who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had." ~Robert Louis Stevenson

Monday, November 19, 2012

Winter comes sneaking in - Rockwood

Winter comes sneaking in - Rockwood
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy

Why is it that we photographers travel many a mile in search of places and things to photograph and in so doing drive past some of the best places we have ever visited?

A case in point, last Saturday morning we decided that another visit to the Rockwood Conservation Area was warranted, for no other reason than "it had been awhile".
As usual the comments were along the lines of "why don't we come here more often"? "it's so close to home but we drive right by".

Yes it is and yes we do, but why?

Rockwood is one of the most beautiful places for miles around, so accessible and oh so scenic.
As Grant mentioned "it's like being somewhere around Georgian Bay" and it is.
However Georgian Bay is several hours drive away but we do not hesitate jumping into the car to make the trip but to drive 20 min down the road to Rockwood ... it doesn't happen.

I think it is because it is so close and accessible we tend to overlook it in favour of less accessible places. As Bill Mason once said "part of the attraction of a place is its difficulty in getting there".

Maybe I should start taking the long way round to get to Rockwood.

Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe. ~Anatole France

Monday, November 12, 2012

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy

On the 11hr hour
of the 11th day
in the 11th month, we shall remember them and offer our thanks.

It's the least we could do ...

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

- John McCrae

Monday, November 5, 2012

Door Chimes

Door Chimes
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy

No man's an Island ...

I'm still recovering from this damned cold/flu or whatever it is I have.
However this weekend was an absolute joy;

On Saturday I met up with Doug and spent an hour or so at "Tim's" drinking tea and catching up. Eventually we ventured out for a walk but Doug was ever conscious of my weakened state and thank goodness because I would have overdone it had he not been.
Yes he told me I had had enough and brought me home, I had taken 3 photographs that day.
Thank you my friend for taking the time out and giving up yours for a short walk and not much photography, I needed that.

Sunday Cathy and I were invited to visit Grant and Cathy in Milton. Grant had photographed my son David's wedding and he had all the proofs ready. So the gang descended on their house, Cathy and I and David and his new bride Siobhan.
We had a great afternoon laughing and talking, watching a slideshow and movie's of the wedding and gorging ourselves on Chinese food.
Not too much exercise but that meant I could stay longer :-)

All in all a wonderful weekend organised by wonderful friends, I thank each of you and hope you don't get sick ...

Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one. ~Jane Howard