wings of spring


Look at how the world has changed
a sea of white surrounds us
but look again, though all seems dead
the seeds of spring remain

Beneath the snow, the earth is sleeping
beneath the ice, the river dreams
beneath the trees the groundhog waits
to herald the coming spring.

Photo taken on January 16, 2011



Welsford brook

Here in Canada, it’s just another Thursday, but in the U.S. it’s “Turkey Day” (aka Thanksgiving). It’s hard to escape references to the American holiday — it’s everywhere in the newspaper (especially the comic pages) and we even have our own “Black Friday” sales happening tomorrow to mirror the annual shopping attack south of the border.

Even though I am not celebrating Thanksgiving today, I have a lot of reasons to be thankful. I’m thankful that we have a warm dry house while the cold wind scours the ground outside. I’m thankful that we have enough food to eat, and plenty for our dogs and cat, and the chickadees and nuthatch taking turns at the feeder. I’m thankful that I have a loving family and good health. I’m thankful that I can travel, and go for a walk in the woods, and enjoy photography.

Maybe I’ll go and get some turkey from the freezer. Happy (U.S.) Thanksgiving!

Tucker Park

This small sandy cove along the Kennebecasis River used to be a busy beach in the summertime. I remember we used to take our bikes, or sometimes we’d walk, taking the path that cut across the field and through the woods. The water is not too cold — not nearly as cold as the Bay of Fundy. It used to be a full service park, with a raft out on the water, and an ice-cream truck. I even took swimming lessons there one summer. Now there’s not even a privy or a garbage can, but people still go there. It felt good to see a few people there the other day, spending a warm afternoon at the beach, just like I remember.

Taken on April 6, 2010

morning reflection

I have been wandering through Rockwood Park for more than an hour, taking long-exposure photos of the forest in the pre-dawn light. The birds are singing, the sun is rising, and it is time to go home. I woke up at 4 am to go on this adventure, but now I am beginning to feel tired. I stop for a moment by a small lake to watch the changing light. The dark water is calm, waiting for the morning’s first breeze. I set up my tripod on the grassy bank. One more photo.

Taken on July 31, 2010

Saint John from the air

One of the first things you notice when you fly to Saint John is the water. Not only is the Bay of Fundy a constant presence, its strong tides alternately hiding and revealing the shoreline, but local waters also include the St. John and Kennebecasis rivers, meeting at Boar’s Head just upstream from the harbour, and a myriad of small lakes and rivers, wetlands and brooks scattered in every direction. The strong impression of green and blue, forest and water, makes it hard for a moment to spot the city itself. With so much water surrounding us, it’s no wonder the land is so green. There is so much potential for life here; life is full of potential.

Taken on July 12, 2008