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, 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?

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

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