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, May 25, 2014

If you go down to the woods today ...

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest”.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant"

Shelley, ever the romantic ..
What he forgot to mention was the 'other things' that wake from their “wintry rest”, blackflies and mosquitoes !!
This is a time of love and hate..
The warm sun filtering through the tree's, birdsong fills the air the woodland carpet is turning from brown to green and a multitude of colour 'splashes' as the early flowers appear.
But all that is overshadowed by the 'no-see-'ums' buzzing in your ear and catching in your throat as you get a little extra protein with an unguarded breath.
Standing still to make a photograph becomes a chore as the little buggers catch up and swarm around your head. They know the perfect time to attack, a footfall lands on a root and you stumble because of what just landed in your ear.
Peering through the viewfinder trying to compose a photograph is just as difficult ...

Ah springtime in Ontario, but winter does have its attractions!

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Toronto Surprise

Yesterday we (the Three Amigo’s) traveled to Toronto to take in the Contact Festival but it was the AGO (Art Gallery of Ontario) that stole the show.

Not only does this structure contain so much beauty but the building itself is beautiful.

You may think of me as the wanderer in nature, he who holds nothing but disdain for the world of concrete and steel of the 'man-made' especially when it is 'modern' ..

But yesterday, I learned there can be beauty there, you just have to open your eyes and look.

“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” ~Confucius

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Not my usual Saturday ..

The usual Saturday outing did happen but it was short. Usually there is very little that gets in the way of my Saturday mornings but this one was special.

Grant and Cathy were celebrating a joint birthday Cathy May 4, Grant May 16 so the party was planned for May 10.
Far be it for me to disclose the birthday number but suffice it to say I passed it long ago!

I digress...

The day may have been a bit chilly as a raw wind swept across the open fields but the conversation, the greetings of old friends (and some not so old) was warming as the spring sun.
Everywhere there was laughter and smiling faces hours passed swiftly by ...

Ahh, to be surrounded by friends on a bright spring day is there anything better?

“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, for in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed”. ~Khalil Gibran

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Have you ever had that feeling ?

Have you ever had that feeling, one where you just have to give in?
Last week one of those moments grabbed me and wouldn't let go.
Try as I might the itch HAD to be scratched.

Algonquin was singing her siren song …

Thankfully I have an understanding wife ….

The forecast was for showers, I didn't care, thats what rain gear is for. What they didn't say was it was showers interspersed with heavy rain, I still didn't care ...

Algonquin was not going to be denied her tribute and come Friday afternoon I was on my way. By 4:30 I was across the park and into Whitney and checking in at the 'Mad Musher' one of the very few places one at this time of year.

After a quick meal I was back on the road retracing my steps “moose hunting” all I saw in the fading light was a raven and a grouse. Still even though they never fail to bring a smile to my face, I wasn't there for the moose this year.
The old beaver pond area by Opeongo Road was my destination. You see I have visited this spot for several years and two years ago the landscape was transformed either by accident or design. The top beaver dam was breached and that mighty flow of water took out two more dams downstream leaving the area as it was before te beaver arrived.

Last year I witnessed a young beaver work it's way upstream.
Where they back?
Was there a partial dam built?
I had to see...

But I waited until Saturday morning.

Up before dawn, well the gray was lightening slowly and the rain was gentle, I set off.
I parked the car at the usual spot and walked back to the trail...

I hear water, too much water .. no dam...

Damn !

Still I was there, the itch scratched, my favourite spot still there waiting, so I sat a while, watching, listening, taking it all in as if for the first time and smiling inwardly.

I took out my phone to answer a text from my wife .. “Happy Anniversary Sweetheart” …
Have I told you recently just how much I love you ?

I am truly blessed
You see ..

You can fall in love at first sight with a place as with a person”. ~Alec Waugh