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, November 29, 2015
On a frosty morning ..
See it large here:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/23294264202/in/dateposted-public/
Because it needs to be seen large ;-)
A walk in the crisp morning air, along familiar trails with good company, what better way to spend a Saturday morning?
This old tree has seen and survived so many winters, you can see them all in his countenance.
That's why I love old tree's and Winter.
"The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky of weathered tin. The land lay bled of its colors. The nights lengthened, went darker, brightened in their clustered stars. The chilled air smelled of woodsmoke, of distances and passing time. Frost glimmered on the morning fields. Crows called across the pewter afternoons". ~James Carlos Blake, Wildwood Boys
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Is that ... SNOW ??
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/22581800294/in/dateposted-public/
The best camera is the one you have with you!
This is a shot of Ghost and Winter in the first snow early this morning.
Friends of ours were having to take their dog 'Ghost' to the humane society as they can no longer look after him. We asked if we could test drive him for the weekend to see if he and Winter would get along.
Unfortunately this house belongs to Queen Bee Winter and she was having non of it :-(
So Tomorrow Ghost will be at the Guelph Humane Society awaiting new owners.
If you or someone you know is looking for a big dog Ghost is the most gentle of creatures and would make a great addition to your family.
Good luck Ghost I wish we could have kept you here ...
"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, November 15, 2015
Revisiting the Grinstone Marsh Trails ..
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/22617093817/in/dateposted-public/
Despite the wind and threat of snow it was a great day for a walk along the Royal Botanical Gardens Grindstone Marsh trails.
Down in the valley and in the tree's the road noise all but disappeared along with the wind resulting in a pleasant walk.
Grant and I spent several hours wandering, then sat for a while watching and attempting to photograph the local wildlife that was arriving in droves for a handful of seeds.
Bird photography isn't easy, the damn things don't sit still for more than a fraction of a second.
Landscapes however are a different story ;-)
Upon our arrival I was struck by how green everything was, more like Spring than late Autumn.
The scene before me was a juxtaposition of bare tree's standing guard over the lush greenery giving an almost surreal aspect to the landscape.
"Lady Autumn, Queen of the Harvest,
I have seen You in the setting Sun
with Your long auburn tresses...
You sit upon Your throne and watch
the dying fires of the setting Sun
shine forth its final colors in the sky...
Lady Autumn, You are here at last..."
~Deirdre Akins
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Fletchers Creek .. across the pit..
.. through the lens of my Fuji x100s
Some have said "it's a camera that doesn't get in the way".
Well the more I use it the less intrusive it becomes, take its black and white engine, combine it with its jpeg engine add a red filter (digitally) and here is the result ..
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/22864764481/in/dateposted-public/
It was a morning of scudding clouds; sunshine one minute, shade the next and it was the clouds I wanted to capture.
"Spring's wakening bugle long is hushed,
Long dimm'd is Summer's splendour;
October yields her easel bright
To "black and white" November"!
~James Rigg, "November," Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897
Some have said "it's a camera that doesn't get in the way".
Well the more I use it the less intrusive it becomes, take its black and white engine, combine it with its jpeg engine add a red filter (digitally) and here is the result ..
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/22864764481/in/dateposted-public/
It was a morning of scudding clouds; sunshine one minute, shade the next and it was the clouds I wanted to capture.
"Spring's wakening bugle long is hushed,
Long dimm'd is Summer's splendour;
October yields her easel bright
To "black and white" November"!
~James Rigg, "November," Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Autumn's Showcase ..
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/22483839710/in/dateposted-public/
Autumn's colours are fading fast but there are still signs of it lingering on.
Yesterday while walking Winter along a local trail I spotted this maple stubbornly holding on to its leaves, framing the long dead teasel heads that will provide next years flowers..
As the wheel turns once more..
"Magnificent Autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds. He comes not like a hermit, clad in gray. But he comes like a warrior, with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent.... The wind.... wafts to us the odor of forest leaves, that hang wilted on the dripping branches, or drop into the stream. Their gorgeous tints are gone, as if the autumnal rains had washed them out. Orange, yellow, and scarlet, all are changed to one melancholy russet hue.... There is a melancholy and continual roar in the tops of the tall pines.... It is the funeral anthem of the dying year".
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Algonquin ..
Some say it's my "spiritual home"..
They're probably right.
My last post was way back in June.
My photographic adventures have definitely taken a back seat until recently when I met up with my friends Grant and Cathy for curry at the Penny Whistle Pub.
It was then that they invited me to spend Thanksgiving with them in Algonquin and the plans were hatched.
We would be heading out on Thursday afternoon to beat the rush and spend four glorious days drinking tea, wandering, drinking tea, sitting, drinking tea, talking, drinking tea and taking photo's of the amazing colours around us.
How many years have Grant and I spent wandering the back country with only a tent and sleeping bag; but now we have the luxury of a trailer and real beds!
About 20 mins after we had pitched the trailer (is that the right phrase?) and snuggled into said beds, the heavens opened and it poured rain all night long but we were snug, dry and warm.. ahh thats the life!
One of my favourite images from the trip was pure chance, a couple of people were heading up the lake to their 'wilderness' campsites and had put their canoes in in preparation for the trip. Luckily I was there.
So here is the image, I call it 'Classic Algonquin' despite the green canoe well all canoes should be red right ? :-)
Thanks Grant and Cathy for sharing your trip with me I needed it, but you knew that didn't you.
Alan
They're probably right.
My last post was way back in June.
My photographic adventures have definitely taken a back seat until recently when I met up with my friends Grant and Cathy for curry at the Penny Whistle Pub.
It was then that they invited me to spend Thanksgiving with them in Algonquin and the plans were hatched.
We would be heading out on Thursday afternoon to beat the rush and spend four glorious days drinking tea, wandering, drinking tea, sitting, drinking tea, talking, drinking tea and taking photo's of the amazing colours around us.
How many years have Grant and I spent wandering the back country with only a tent and sleeping bag; but now we have the luxury of a trailer and real beds!
About 20 mins after we had pitched the trailer (is that the right phrase?) and snuggled into said beds, the heavens opened and it poured rain all night long but we were snug, dry and warm.. ahh thats the life!
One of my favourite images from the trip was pure chance, a couple of people were heading up the lake to their 'wilderness' campsites and had put their canoes in in preparation for the trip. Luckily I was there.
So here is the image, I call it 'Classic Algonquin' despite the green canoe well all canoes should be red right ? :-)
Thanks Grant and Cathy for sharing your trip with me I needed it, but you knew that didn't you.
Alan
Sunday, June 28, 2015
A bunch of keys..
It was a rainy day …
So says the Pizzaville ad ;-)
Actually it has been a rainy weekend
and as I write this I am drying off after a 2 mile walk with Winter,
sitting by the patio door listening to the rain on the leaves and the
odd call from the birds.
Quite peaceful really and in the words
of Longfellow:
“The
best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain”.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I was away on business for most of the
week so the artistic / photographic output has been almost non-existent.
However I did manage a couple of
sketches, I find it interesting if not amazing how a mundane object
like a bunch of keys can take on a life of its own on paper.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
It was a rainy day ... again.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/18588579059/in/dateposted-public/
A rainy weekend and no one around.
One of those weekends where you find a
comfy chair and a good book and a dog (optional).
The grass did not get yesterday and it
doesn't look like it will be cut today either …
Still there is always another book to
be read or maybe a bit of artwork to be produced.
The one shown here was yesterdays
effort.
First though it is time to pay the
piper... chores around the house.... maybe.
“My
theory on housework is, if the item doesn’t multiply, smell, catch
fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares.
Why should you?” ~Erma Bombeck
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Saturday Morning ...
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/18373445540/in/dateposted-public/
My time, time to wander a trail, a
street, a path strewn with woodland detritus, a sidewalk or just sit and catch up with friends.
This Saturday morning was a bit of everything, I met up with Doug in downtown Guelph and we decided to walk
wherever our fancy took us, all the time nattering about this and
that, catching up, making plans etc.
Before long several hours had passed
and we found ourselves at the Farmers Market wandering, people watching and buying a few things.
Then back to the cars to unload our
goodies and camera's then on to OX for tea.
Just tea .. no more goodies as we had stuffed
ourselves on the walk back from the market!
Even so just tea, talk
and camaraderie, what a great way to spend a Saturday morning.
“Friendship
is a sheltering tree”. ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Do you see what I see ?
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/17989983628/in/dateposted-public/
Yesterday
began with a typical day in Ontario, hot and humid but on the horizon
storm clouds were brewing.
I
met with a friend for tea and munchies and as we left the cafe the
weather was upon us. With an eye on the sky I hurried back to the car
barely in time as the heavens opened.
I
don't know how well Patrick fared.
That
onrush of rain was the harbinger of what was to come, since then and
overnight we have had rain, rain, and more rain.
The
parched ground has has a long soak, one what we badly needed and I get
a reprise from the sweltering heat, at the time of writing it is a
cool 8c, much better!
Of
course Winter (the dog) wanted to go for a walk.
After
donning rain proof hat, jacket and boots off we went. As we
walked I began to wonder, do others see what I see?
A
newly opened poppy resplendent in it's crimson colours reached for
the rain which bejeweled it's petals with fecund tears.
A
goldfinch brilliant yellow against the rain soaked bark and foliage
of the tree who's own colours are intensified by the rain.
My world is alive with saturated colours, everything more vibrant but it also becoming smaller as distance was hidden in a veil of mist.
And
the soft sounds of falling rain becomes the backdrop to all of this.
Do you see it or do you sit
inside and watch TV and miss one of the greatest shows Mother Nature
can provide?
Maybe you should go outside and see the show and risk getting a
little wet .
“I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains. One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness”. ~Adeline Knapp
Sunday, May 17, 2015
The Loooong Weekend
It's
that time of year again.
"The
long weekend"
“May
24”,
“May
two four” .... Whatever..
Despite
the plethora of names it usually means a lot of work... digging,
sweeping, ripping up and tearing down, planting,
grass cutting, fertilizing and in general wearing oneself out just
in time to go back to work.!
Many
people enjoy this spring ritual... Don't ask me why because I am
not one of them nor am I a gardener.
Oh
don't get me wrong I love being outside but I'm usually to be found
sitting in the shade, as I am now mostly with a good book and a cool
drink listening to the spring chorus and watching the aerial
dogfights between boy birds and girl birds. ....
The above section was written earlier this morning before the piper demanded his due and who has now been paid with a pound of sweat.
A section of fence
that didn't winter too well has been rebuilt and the gate has been
fixed. Much to the other winter's consternation, she watched and I
suspect took notes as I worked. The moment I was finished she was
there, checking out the workmanship for that fatal flaw that means a
way of escape..
There
is one but don't tell her...
So
that's it for today, debt paid, the back lawn can wait until tomorrow and I am
writing this on my laptop under the newly erected gazebo enjoying a
iced (green) tea
Have
a great weekend everyone …
"Your hair may be brushed, but your mind's untidy.
You've had about seven hours of sleep since Friday.
No wonder you feel that lost sensation.
You're sunk from a riot of relaxation".
~Ogden Nash, about weekends
*For those in different lands who do not celebrate Queen Victoria's Birthday (that is what the May long weekend is) Please don't ask me to explain why Queen Victoria's Birthday, which is May 25th became the excuse for a long weekend in the colonies but it is on May 18 this year... ask a politician
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Once more around ..
"Wondering
what others think of your photography, stifles your creativity"..
part of a conversation with Doug where I decided to 'shoot for me'.
this usually means black and white
You can read the
blog post that started me thinking here....
It
was a result of this article by Canadian photographer Darren Wiggett
You
might know or maybe not that I have been in the photographic doldrums
for months now, nary a shutter pressed, definitely no prints made in
what seemed like an endless struggle...
Well
recently a few things have happened;
Primarily
I had a blank wall at the gallery which is due to open today!
Two
printers have gone virtually unused, something that is not good
for printers so I had to print 'something'
A
comment from my friend Doug a few weeks back about getting back to
basics .
All
of these started to gnaw at me and culminated/gelled in the moment I read
the above articles.
Then
the light went on or should I say “back on”.
I
had been walking the same path, trying to please others, worrying
about how others felt about my work, instead of just doing it for me.
So
what you see here is that one small step back to the basics, which to
me means black and white photography it's what I love so that's where
I will start ….
“Know
well what leads you forward and what holds you back, and choose the
path that leads to wisdom”. ~Buddha
and a very Happy Mothers Day to all our Mom's both here and 'there' ..
Sunday, May 3, 2015
29 ...
29
Years ….
Today
is our 29th Anniversary and I ask myself where did the time go?
I am ashamed to say that I
have forgotten so much of what has happened over the years but I will
always remember that when we met I was broken and Cathy, with patience and a
gentle hand, fixed me.
I don't know what she saw in me all those years ago but it
is because of her I was able to become who I am and for that I will
be forever grateful.
“Let
us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming
gardeners who make our souls blossom”. ~Marcel Proust
Sunday, April 26, 2015
All my life's a circle ..
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/17266029671/
As
Harry Chapin said/sang:
“All
my life's a circle”
Yesterday
part of it went full circle, back 7 years to the start of a friendship
and the start of a long walk.
It
was Doug who suggested gong back to the beginning; first that meant a
stop at the local Tim's.
Fortified
with tea and treats we headed up to Elora to wander the gorge trails,
then find a place for more tea and conversation.
With
friends you slip into these times like slipping into an old glove,
they just fit, no struggle no thinking involved it just happens.
It
was supposed to be a photo outing but ended up more as a walk and
talk outing but that's OK we enjoyed ourselves and more importantly
for me it broke me free of the chains of recent months where
everything seems to have been sidelined...
So
it is fitting that my “Photo of the Week” be a black and white
study, after all it is where I began..
So
for my quotation I turn to Rumi ..
“Let
yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really
love”.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
The man from Bell..
No
“Photo of the Week” this week not much of anything really, I have
been out of commission.
So
just a story to fill the void.
During
the week we had a phone call, ostensibly from Bell.
“We
have noticed that you are having trouble with your internet
connection” -Said the man from Bell
“Have
I?” -said I
“Yes
our servers indicate your modem drops the connection quite
frequently”-Said the man from Bell
“Okaaay”-said
I
This
went on for several minutes and I was dubious to say the least, but I went along with it, don't ask why, the man from Bell set up a service call and
said goodbye.
I
looked up Bell's technical support number and called them, expecting a
scam but no they really had called and there really was a problem, go
figure Bell being proactive!
AND
they answered the phone within seconds not minutes or hours !
So
fast forward to yesterday, the man from Bell showed up and spent most
of the afternoon testing stuff, rewiring outside, adding new stuff, tearing out old
stuff and running wiring into the house.
He
left after about 3 hours, and about 2 minutes later he was back, “I was just looking
at the test results and I am not happy with what I see” - Said the man from Bell
So
more ripping, tearing, rewiring and generally fiddling about (it's
now supper time!) and he was satisfied.
So
off he went, leaving me with a whole new view of Bell Canada.
His
parting words were “ We realise that there is a lot of
competition out there now and we want to hold on to our customers, so
this new project, 'Project Eagle' is helping us find problems before
they become problems.”
Well
who would have thought !
Sunday, April 12, 2015
The Joy of Seeing ..
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/16846138579/
I
was thinking about a quote from a friend this last week and realised
it does sum me up.
"I
think you are a man who can find interest and pleasure and be in the
moment, so you only need to take Winter for a walk……the rest of
us have to go to Europe.”
While
I love to travel,
to
see,
to
explore,
to
learn
and
to
know
She
is right; I don't have to go very far and it is oh so true, I can
find pleasure in the most benign of things.
Several
weeks ago I picked some fallen Milkweed; old, stark, weather beaten
though they are I keep returning to them and draw and paint them
trying to capture their essence.
Fascinated
by their structure.
And
while doing this I wonder just how many people walk right by them and
if they think of them at all they regard them as 'weeds' ..
Oh
but here on my desk they are beginning to reawaken, the few remaining
seeds are opening, and deploying their little parachutes, waiting for
a breeze to send them off on their journey, fulfilling the promise.
I
see this happening before my eyes and wait for the story to unfold...
"The
real voyage of discovery consists of not in seeking new landscapes
but in having new eyes." - Marcel Proust
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Just once more ..
.. could also be "an ode to my dog" ...
Instead of a 'photo of the week' I went back to November of last year when I was able to catch Winter sleeping on the couch.
Snow
!
I
don't know who was more excited Winter or me.
One
more time we were able to walk in a chill morning with snow underfoot,
the trails silent except for Winters panting, my huffing and puffing
and the occasional bird making himself known.
Through
the trails, across the school yard to the pond; following the stream
back around. It was then that I heard it, I think Winter did too but
chose to ignore it, that unmistakable plaintiff cry of the Kildeer
and then there they were, a pair circling above.
A
welcome sight but another harbinger of Spring.
A
Spring that we had forgotten about on this delightful winter
morning...
“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, March 29, 2015
Milkweed and Spring
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/16345204653/
Birds
are arriving daily, the tree's and yards are coming alive with their
song but winter hangs on. However, as the sun climbs higher in the
sky it's strength increasing daily, it is a futile battle Spring is
coming and nothing will stop it.
I
walked the woods and for several weeks I have been looking at the
Milkweed, their stalks brittle and gray, their pods almost empty,
their job done, as the seeds are scattered on the winds.
Still
there is an eloquent beauty just as in the old tree's that I love so
much.
.”The
sun has come out... and the air is vivid with spring light”. ~Byron
Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens
Sunday, March 22, 2015
A brief history lesson ..
“One
of the advantages of painting over photography is you don't have to
be there to record an image”!
I
put this as an intro to a painting I did this week, the scene was of
the Castlerigg Stone Circle in Cumbria; one of the most spectacular
places in what is one of the most unbelievably beautiful regions of Britain and one of my favourites.
This circle stands atop a plateau surrounded by some of the highest and ancient Cumbrian peaks; alone with nothing but the wind and the ravens for company.
Thought
to have been constructed in 3200bc (5000 years ago) it is one of the
oldest circles in Europe.
As I mentioned the surrounding peaks are some of
the highest in England;
Helvellyn
standing at almost 950 m (3100
ft)
Skiddaw
a close second at at 931 m (3,054 ft)
Blencathra,
also known as Saddleback, with six separate fell tops, of which the
highest is the 868-metre (2,848 ft) Hallsfell Top.(at the centre of
the painting).
However
they don't look that high, that is because the plateau on which the
circle stands is already at 213m (700ft) above sea level
Here
endeth the history lesson ;-)
Happy
Spring Equinox / Eostre
One
of the deepest impulses in man is the impulse to record, - to scratch
a drawing on a tusk or keep a diary, to collect sagas and heap
cairns. This instinct as to the enduring value of the past is, one
might say, the very basis of civilization. ~John Jay Chapman,
Memories
and Milestones
Sunday, March 15, 2015
It was one of those days ...
No photo of the week this week but there is a drawing of the week ...
Everyone
is watching, looking keen eyed at the landscape and waiting
impatiently for Spring to arrive.
Walking
the trails with Winter (the dog) this morning you can hear it in the
chirping chorus, you can see it in the green sprouts uncovered by the
receding snows but you can't feel it in the wind!
Here
winter (the season) still reigns supreme, her icy fingers play around
the the openings of your jacket, probing for an opening to send
shivers down your spine...
At
this time of year the promise of Spring has yet to be fulfilled as
Winter hangs on in the shady places and everything waits and
watches.
"It
was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind
blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade".
~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
Sunday, March 8, 2015
I want my hour back !
My
blog is normally entitled “Photo of the Week”
These
past few weeks my images have been produced at a much slower rate.
Where once they were made in a fraction of a second now they are made
in the fraction of a day.
Which
brings me to today's rant...
I
want my hour back!
Last
night I had one of the best nights sleep I have had for quite a
while. I awake refreshed at 6:30, that's late for me.
It
was even later when I realised it was now 7:30 …
What!
Morning
is my time I love every minute of it and while I slept someone stole
an hour.
I
mean what is the point? I know during the war years it gave the
farmers more light to get crops in etc. etc. but now? All it does is
disrupt peoples lives ( look at the accident statistics) all because
some dimwitted politicians think they are 'extending' the period of
daylight.
Well
lets look at that for a minute.
If
a day was a piece of string, and you cut an hours worth off one end
and tie it on the other end it's still the same length!
Only
a politician could think or try to make us think that the day was
actually longer...
*sigh*
"Methinks
I see the wanton hours flee,
And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me".
~George Villiers
And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me".
~George Villiers
Sunday, March 1, 2015
What do the birds see that we don't see?
What
do the birds see that we don't see?
First, this is not a new photograph, it was taken several weeks ago but my photography has been slacking off in recent weeks as other things come to the fore, like my rediscovering the joy of painting..
Last
week was hectic, as far as work was concerned but I did manage a few
short walks. The one thing I noticed was the woods are louder ….
birdsong.
I
mentioned this recently that there were more birds but they were
quite silent as if they were waiting. Well this last week whatever
they were waiting for arrived because they are silent no longer!
I
notice the strength of the sun increasing, there is a warmth to it
now along with weak glow. I guess the birds feel it more than we do,
after all they are out in the cold all the time.
That
gentle increase in warmth that is barely noticeable to us is enough
for them to start celebrating Springs arrival.
Another
Winter endured and for most survived.
Truly
something worth singing about …
“A
bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because
it has a song”. ~Chinese Proverb
Sunday, February 22, 2015
all to soon ..
All to soon winter draws to a close..
Not
that long ago -13c wound have been bone chilling, but yesterday the
temperature rose to a balmy -13c and it felt like Spring!
For
a time I was downtown with friends but when I got home I was
restless, luckily so was the dog ;-)
So
with a lighter jacket and thinner gloves, Winter (our dog, pictured above), Brit and
I went for a walk in the local woods.
I
was surprised to see flocks of birds in the bare tree's, maybe just
mourning doves and sparrows but they were there.
The
twittering of the sparrows and the call of the chickadee's added to
the silence, the crunch of our boots on the snow added the backdrop.
The
day felt lighter somehow and the gently falling snow made for a
picture perfect scene.
Yes
Spring may only be a month away but its days like this that make me
want to delay Springs arrival, just for a while longer..
“A
small bird twitters on a leafless spray,
Across the snow-waste breaks a gleam of gold:
What token can I give my friend to-day
But February blossoms, pure and cold?
Across the snow-waste breaks a gleam of gold:
What token can I give my friend to-day
But February blossoms, pure and cold?
Frail gifts from Nature's half-reluctant hand...
I see the signs of spring about the land...
These chill snowdrops, fresh from wintry bowers,
Are the forerunners of a world of flowers”.
~Sarah Doudney, "Snowdrops (Consolation)," c.1881
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Its all in your mind...
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/16537783755/
At
this time of year, some, well most, people look out of the window,
listen to the weather report, shudder and turn up the heat a notch.
Not
me, after taking Winter for her morning walk I decided it was a
beautiful morning and I wanted to get out on my own for a while.
So
I wrapped myself up and headed for one of my favourite spots, the U
of G Arboretum.
On
this wonderful winters day I had the parking lot to myself, the
trails covered in fresh snow, only marked by the off bunny track.
The
woods echoed with bird song and the only other sounds were the
crunching of the snow and my breathing .
I
made two laps of the trails just 'because'.
My
excuse was that Whyndam Arts Supply wasn't open yet so I may as well
walk some more...
In
reality I was just having too good a time, eventually my jacket was
unzipped and my gloves were in my pocket and I walked with a stupid
grin on my face as my breath formed clouds in front of me.
As
the morning wore on I did meet a few like minded individuals but
mostly I was alone with my thoughts.
What
a great morning to be alive...
“Happiness
is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and
strong. The amount of work is the same”. ~Francesca Reigler
Sunday, February 8, 2015
"Forest Bathing"
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ajn_photography/16278526819/
“Forest
Bathing..”
What?
“Forest
Bathing” or what later became “Forest Therapy”:
"The
purpose of forest therapy is to provide preventive medical effects by
relieving stress and recovering the immune system [diminished]by
stress,"
Yoshifumi
Miyazaki of Chiba University explained. As Japan's leading scholar on
forest medicine, he's carried out studies across the country. The
results show forest bathing can significantly lower levels of
cortisol, a stress hormone, along with blood pressure and heart rate.
Other
research points out that walking in the woods can boost the body's
immune system by increasing anti-cancer proteins and enhancing the
so-called natural killer activity of certain cells.
Ah
so that's why a walk in the woods invigorates, replenishes and
rejuvenates me!
I
always knew that but apparently it's not just me and there is
evidence.
Maybe
doctors should prescribe “a walk in the woods, take once daily and
repeat”
No
the major drug companies won't get rich(er) but you will.
Richer
in body, mind and spirit.
The
whole article is here:
“There
is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more”.
~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more”.
~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)