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, August 18, 2013
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy
There is a spot in my closet where a long forgotten collection of paper, books, pens and brushes reside. It’s been about 20 years since I have listened to their whispers.
“We are here, come take us down from this shelf, rediscover the simple pleasures we can bring....”
Recently the call became more insistent, harder to ignore. It did not help that a friend was exploring the world of sketching to try to improve his vision and take his photography to the next level.
Discussions over tea were no longer only about photography they were about pens, papers, methods and techniques.
So the books came down off the shelf, the pencils sharpened, the first furtive strokes on a blank piece of paper were taken.
Slowly the muscles of my hand remembered and the lines became more sure.
This weekend as I packed my photo gear for an outing, I packed pencils and a sketchbook.
Would I use them?
Well time would tell...
Doug provided the spark as he bravely put down his camera and found a spot overlooking the falls at Everton and took out his sketchpad.
I knew where I wanted to sit long before I arrived at this place, down by the outflow where there is a nice cedar stretching for the sun as it grows out of what seems like bare rock.
The pencils were chosen, a brand new sketchbook opened and time stopped...
I don’t know how long I sat there, listening to the water, the birds, the breeze and drawing all of it.
Doug was no help he was in his own world, Patrick was the same albeit with a camera.
Eventually, with a cold foot (it was in the river) and a numb bum from sitting on a rock too long I rejoined my companions for tea and chatter.
What a day, what a place, what a journey back in time to relive the simple joy of doing nothing ....
“When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told her I worked at the college - that my job was to teach people how to draw. She stared at me, incredulous, and said, "You mean they forget?" ~Howard Ikemoto