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 1, 2015

January Man

I look out of the window and see the gray dawn rising, the temperature a cool -8c. 

The weatherman tells of a storm approaching; snow, blowing snow and cold.
But I am safe at home looking forward to a walk with the dog.
Others face a long drive through these worsening conditions.
My thoughts are with my friend Doug and his wife Lynn who face such a drive.
Be safe my friend...

Now back to my post for this week ..
There goes January:

January has taken it's turn for this year and February steps in.
How quickly the days, months and years disappear into history..

Yesterday we celebrated my daughters birthday, ** years ago she was brought into this world, now she is a woman and I am older and wiser(?) and the wheel of life continues to turn.

This train of thought brought to mind the song by an English comedian Mike Harding

January Man

The January man he walks abroad and woollen coat and boots of leather
The February man still brushes snow from off his head and blows his hands
The man of March looks through the Spring and he wonders what each year will bring
And he hopes for better weather

Through April rain the man goes down to see the birds come in to share the summer
The man of May stands very still watching the children dance away the day
In June the man inside the man he's young and wants to lend a hand
And he welcomes each new comer

And in July the man in cotton shirts he sits and dreams of being idle
The August man in thousands takes the road to find the sun and see the sea
September man is standing near to saddle up and lead the year
And Autumn is his bridle

Then the new October man he takes the reins and early frost is on his shoulders
The poor November man sees frost and fire and wind and rain and winters cold
December man looks through the snow to let eleven brothers know
That they're all a little older

Then the January man comes round again in woollen coat and boots of leather
To take another turn to walk along the icy road he knows so well
The January man is here for starting each and every year
Along the road forever ~ Mike Harding
If you want to hear it :

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