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, March 29, 2015

Milkweed and Spring


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 …

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...


"Methinks I see the wanton hours flee,
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