rock'n roots
Elora Gorge, October 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
little red fox
The Guelph Studio Tour is happening this weekend - handmade beauties abound including this lttle red fox by Eve Geisler whose work can be seen at Stonehouse Pottery along with pottery by Iris Dorton, jewellery by Michelle Miller and pottery by Jessica Steinhauser.
Guelph, October 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
why do people collect things?
One year ago we were clearing out my aunt's house after she passed on. My uncle's food grinder collection ranged along one wall of the woodshed. What do you collect?
Grey County, October 2008
Monday, October 12, 2009
leaves are falling just like embers
The Fall Colour Report outlines leaf colour changes throughout Ontario.
Rattlesnake Point, October 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
rattlesnake point
The view south from Rattlesnake Point with Mount Nemo in the background.
Niagara Escarpment, October 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 09, 2009
Thursday, October 08, 2009
late afternoon light
There are still some natural beauties at the Gosling Gardens.
Arboretum, Guelph, October 2009
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Monday, October 05, 2009
Sunday, October 04, 2009
lawyer's wig..
..shaggy ink cap or Coprinus Comatus as Ian would say.
Arboretum, Guelph, September 2009
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Luxury
When I was around ten I spent many happy days living with my aunt and uncle on the family farm where my dad was born in Grey County. There was no well for drinking water so we would go a mile or so up the side of the nearest drumlin where a spring of cold fresh water came bubbling out of the ground and there we would fill a large milk can with the delicious clean water and take it home. I have vivid memories of the taste - after coming in from the fields or mows - and going to the woodshed and using the long handled dipper to dip into the water can and fill a tin cup.
Several years later they did dig a well and finally had running water in the house - right from a tap. To them that was luxury.
All my life I've been privledged to have clear fresh potable water available at the mere flick of a wrist. It's taken for granted. But now I'm starting to feel how I would love to be able to hike a kilometre or so up a hill through the butternut trees, past the little waterfall and stop and look out on the valley and stoop, cup my hands and get a drink of cold fresh spring water as it flowed out of the ground. To me that would be luxury.
Second hand store window, Guelph, September 2009
Friday, October 02, 2009
Thursday, October 01, 2009
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