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 26, 2014

Oh where have you been my blue eyed son..

OK I stole a line from Dylan (Bob not Thomas)

It's been a couple of weeks since I wrote in my 'weekly' blog. I guess it's that time of year as the Guelph Studio Tour took up all of last weekend from Friday evening until Sunday evening.
It's exhausting work standing around talking to people!

Another downside is there was no time to relax and unwind before the workweek began again.

Add to that we have a new 'puppy' I put that in quotes as she is almost a year old, 40 lbs of crazy puppy-ness.
Winter, (that's her name) is a Siberian Husky, pure white with ice blue eyes, she can melt your heart with a glance.

We have hired Emily, the dog whisperer, to help and slowly she is learning what is 'civilized doggy behaviour' when meeting people or other dogs. 

If you see me walking down the street (sorry Ms Warwick, another stolen line) don't be offended if I cross over or make a sudden exit left, we are under orders from Emily....

Anyone who has or has had a dog will understand today's quotation:

I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands.
When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands;
then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat.
For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that”. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth

Sunday, October 12, 2014


If I said “autumn Day” what springs to mind?

For me it conjures up a day like yesterday (and today for that matter)..

Brilliant blue skies to offset the golds and reds of the woodland tree's with an added chill in the air as an early frost paints the ground with silver.
Geese honking their way across the skies, heading South.
The frantic scamperings of small animals gathering in the harvest of nuts to tide them over the winter that is fast approaching.
And the long shadows thrown by the weakening sun that probes ever deeper into the woodland as the canopy of leaves turns and falls.

Breathe deep and drink in the smells, sounds and colours of the most wonderous of seasons, autumn in the woods ….

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came,—
The Ashes, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The sunshine spread a carpet,
And every thing was grand;
Miss Weather led the dancing;
Professor Wind, the band....
The sight was like a rainbow
New-fallen from the sky....”

~George Cooper, "October’s Party"

Sunday, October 5, 2014

There is something about Haiku that totally relaxes the mind. 
Maybe it's the simplicity of structure or the lack thereof...

All I know is when I read it there is a mental sigh and everything seems, for that moment anyway, perfect.

Haiku and Autumn in the woods seem to go together so well, so this weeks "Photo of the week" blends very nicely with this weeks choice of words...

So sit back, read and re-read this the most simple form of poetry and let it wash over you..

falling leaves
hide the path
so quietly
~John Bailey, "Autumn," a haiku year, 2001,