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, October 27, 2013
Yesterday was a dark and stormy day, but I ventured out anyway. You see, when people ask how I manage to get the images I get, the answer is you have to put yourself in the place and time when they appear. Because "In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary". ~Aaron Rose
If that time is in the pouring rain then so be it.
But it's not all about the photography, sometimes it's just being out there. A time away a time to tune out the roar and listen for the silence. I have talked many times about this because I need it, we all need it but some don't go find it and live their lives in the turmoil of 'modern living'
I cannot, even on a day like yesterday
You see there is no 'bad' weather just poor preparation . Yesterday was all about rain gear, from hat to boots, waterproof everything.
Proper dress means that you can enjoy the day.
In the woods on a day such as yesterday there is a peace. The rain falls softly here onto the leaf strewn ground, sometimes fast staccato bursts other times a gentle pitter patter while high above the wind moans.
Not many animals or birds venture out but the occasional chirp or rustling makes you aware of their presence. We are never truly alone.
Standing by the pond, sheltered by the tree's I watch as the sleet, driven by the wind dances across the water. A constant, yet changing pattern dictated by the whims of the wind. I go closer and watch as fallen leaves are pushed from the lee of the shore out into the maelstrom.
It sure beats TV!
"Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather."
Monday, October 21, 2013
At 7:00 pm the doors were officially opened and the crowds rushed in...
well OK the crowds trickled in in one's and two's ...
We had about 20 visitors all with positive responses to our work with 2 sales made on opening night !
On your feet from 10:00-6:00 in a stuffy, hot room.
But I lost count, early on, of the number of visitors we had. A constant stream sometimes
Not that I am complaining.
We all made sales, some more than others. Ken certainly rose to the occasion on his first time as part of the tour, chatting to everyone who came near and sold 3 images by the end of the day
In between selling Stephen was busy giving info and direction to prospective Guild members.
Sunday was a little easier, the doors opened at 11:00 am. And after a short lull people flocked in, some returned to make purchases previously viewed on Friday or Saturday. Others dropped in after church all seemed genuinely interested in our displays with many encouraging comments. Sales would have been better but ...
Monday, October 14, 2013
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy
How long do you stand and wait?
Minutes, seconds, hours, months?
You, yes you laddie (tip of the hat to Pink Floyd and 'The Wall), call yourself a photographer ? When all you do is drive by, have a quick look at a scene, maybe fire off a shot or two and be on your way?
Photography is an art of patience, sometimes we forget that just because we record that fleeting moment in an instant doesn't mean that we did not have to wait for that moment to arrive.
A case in point..
On Saturday morning we stole a few hours to drive the back roads looking for fog.
Having found a suitable location we waited, recording a few images yes but waiting. You see we were after the sunrise, that one moment when it crested the tree's and began to flood the valley with light. Several images were taken as the moment came and went.
But that isn't all, you see we also wait to see what else happens, not only in this one spot but in this local area.
Maybe not for today but for how a future sunrise will affect the scene. For tomorrow is different from today but the information is stored away for another time and we will be back to stand and wait in expectation. Waiting for the moment that we envisage to (hopefully) materialise.
My friend Patrick has taught me that and constantly reminds me.
I think it has made me a better observer therefore a better photographer.
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sunday, October 6, 2013
It has been a rough couple of weeks.
A death in the family made for some emotionally charged times..
On September 24 my Father-in-Law of over 25 years, Frank was finally released from his long battle with cancer. He had been cared for at home by my Mother-in-Law Doris for as long as she could manage. His final days were at Carpenter House Hospice in Burlington.
Throughout this time his spirit was unbroken as witnessed by us all ..
No complaints, no regrets just a simple statement which summed up the man;
" I am truly blessed to have had such a wonderful family"
I hope I can have that sort of dignity and strength of character.
At his Memorial I was asked to read a poem, it serves as my quote for this week;
"When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set on me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little - but not too long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me -but let me go
This is journey we all must make
And each must go alone
It's all a part of the Master's plan
A step on the road to home
When you are alone and sick at heart
Go to the friends you know
And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds
Miss me - but let me go."
` Author unknown
He will be sorely missed by us all