thinking of when i ride Rose again
and i close my eyesdreaming of curves up aheadthe wind in my hair Continue reading thinking of when i ride Rose again
and i close my eyesdreaming of curves up aheadthe wind in my hair Continue reading thinking of when i ride Rose again
that breeze passed thru the leaves one to another telling stories for the rain washed away yesterday, gone with that wind, again {{ oOooomMm }} Continue reading as the wind thru trees
Maybe call these the B side, the photos that didn’t make it into my last post on Euston Meadow. These are from March 25th of this year, and incidentally, I think the last spring-like day we’ve had so far, as it would seem as though Mother Nature is not feeling very “spring-like” yet. So today as they threaten more freezing rain, and I sit here … Continue reading Euston’s Bones
submitted for the WPC :: SMILE Continue reading When You Smile
the clear blue sky would rather be than most anywhere with her wheels underneath instead of my feet the parkway unfolds for me, the river at my side wind on my face and not a trace of him, you, them, or otherwise as i just ride ~~ * ~~ * ~~ for the WPC :: i’d rather be… Continue reading just Rose and i
he’s leaving in the spring my friend, not to the moon not on a plane 555.5 Kilometers away and my world will be less a carpenter –*– –*– –*– –*– –*– inspired by the wpc :: STORY Continue reading what is he?
Thames Valley Parkway – London, Ontario – May 28, 2017 Continue reading Pictures From The Path
after work, Rose in hand, her wheels rolling down the sidewalk, with the afternoon sun illuminating my way a chartreuse stream, and Forget-Me-Nots (and how could you), the Homestead Ferns wave hello and Fred the Ficus his dark green leaves say ‘glad you’re home’. Continue reading the last days of May
moments with Jane are always a pleasure, i missed her joie de vivre submitted for The Weekly Photo Challenge / EVANESCENT Continue reading at play with jane
of the between a gift of peace and letting go in the silence of the cardinals song Continue reading garden
some days like the other day, I just go wherever the colours take me and i become lost in Cherry blossoms against the blue of the sky and you almost forget everything the day, the week, even your very existence, with nothing left inside but hope and beauty, and the next breath is an eternity away It was a beautiful day, and feeling thankful, and … Continue reading lost & found wandering
I guess it stems from the sense that as one gets older there seem to be fewer and fewer surprises. And so, I every once in a take random shots, don’t look in the viewfinder, just snap. Or, like today, I set it on the ground where I can’t see what it sees. Afterward, I don’t look at them until I upload them onto my … Continue reading Surprise Photography