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, January 6, 2013
The Watcher, Watched
The Watcher, Watched
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy
On December 29th We visited the Halliburton Wolf Sanctuary.
On that morning patience was rewarded by the sight of wraith like figures silently appearing from the woods.
The wolves were here, catching my breath I began to press the shutter, the images through my viewfinder permanently etched into my minds eye. For to me, wolves are special, majestic creatures that have for a long time been maligned as killers and pests so that man could hunt and kill them with impunity.
Yes I was hunting them but after my shutter fired they were still alive
but not for long ...
On New Years Eve some misguided people ( some call them much worse) decided that the pack should be free and cut holes in the fences so that they may 'escape'.
Unfortunately this pack was raised in captivity and although they have had no contact with man and still retain their 'wildness' they have never had to hunt for themselves, they don't know how.
Releasing them into the wild signed their death warrant from a slow lingering death of starvation and cold.
So much for freedom.
Four wolves left the compound that night, the Alpha Male and female and their two cubs. a few hours later the alpha male was shot, killed and dragged away by persons unknown, the blood stained snow an opprobrious monument to human stupidity.
Luckily the remaining members returned to the only home they know, unfortunately the door was closed, the holes had been patched to stop the remaining pack members from leaving also. So they wander outside, afraid of mans approach, even those who do approach now are those who wish to help.
So the struggle to rescue those that remain after being 'rescued' continues, while we that care stand behind them if only in spirit and support their efforts and wish them well ....
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.
~Chief Saeth'tl (Seattle)~