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

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