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, January 11, 2015

The season of the mind ..

The season of the mind ..

Cold out?
It's all in your head!
You see, if you look at the forecast or the thermometer you would not go out until Spring.
But if you bundle up in layers, add an extra pair of socks and your warmest gloves it can be invigorating!

Yesterday the 'mercury' dipped to -17c and the windchill took that down to -27c.
Was I home by the fire ?
No I was out with other like-minded friends wandering through Rockwood Conservation Area admittedly staying in the tree shrouded hollows away from the wind, but out non-the-less.

What an invigorating morning!

We wandered together and apart for several hours marveling at Winters handiwork and then on the Ridge Trail Patrick spotted a shape in a tree .. “is that an owl'?
Then it took off, yes an owl!
What a treat!

You see only moments before we had been discussing the Great Horned Owl that Doug had heard recently nr Tobermory and there he was! 
People think that the woods are full of wildlife but to see an owl is special.
Actually to see anything other than a squirrel or a or a chickadee is always special!

Often heard but not always visible the creatures of the great outdoors chatter back and forth in a tongue we cannot understand but it is a joy to listen in..

What nutriment can I extract from these bare twigs? Starvation stares me in the face. "Nay, nay," said a nuthatch, making its way, head downward, about a bare hickory close by, "The nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat.... If at any time the weather is too bleak and cold for you, keep the sunny side of the trunk, for a wholesome and inspiring warmth is there, such as the summer never afforded...." "Hear! hear!" screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, "winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it."... [A] red squirrel... came running down a slanting bough, and as he stopped twirling a nut, called out rather impudently, "Look here! just get a snug-fitting fur coat and a pair of fur gloves like mine, and you may laugh at a northeast storm."” ~Henry David Thoreau, Nov. 8, 1858

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