Fredericksburg — When we move in we’ll hang a bench on the patio and when it rains I’ll complain about not being able to see the stars, and one Sunday when I’m back from my parents’ I’ll find you on a ladder with sky on your face and town on your chin and a light bulb and a smirk and you’ll say, Now we can turn them on whenever we want. We’ll change the outside color every year. No colonial pastels, nothing for p...
Saskatoon — Sometimes I see my mother’s tchotchkes and think how strange they are. Her walls and shelves and garden decor seem to lend themselves to birds and butterflies and frogs. When I was little, each time ...
Kerry — It wasn’t cold, I can remember no scarf, and my hands weren’t shaking as I took the photograph. The trees were all around changing colours, and their mood infected my own as I watched your windows fo...
Listening to the wind above the trees
Summer Packs It In
Watching sparks fly like stars into the night sky
One year on...
Autumn brushes the summer's colours away, ready to blow in the wind
The Next Sunrise Could Kill!
Finding a hint of the coming fall on the riverbank
Snowdonia, from Tryfan's North Ridge
Last autumn, I saw you from the woods.
What a beautiful carpet!
Almost yellow… But not quite.
Hey Fall, I like your face!
Autumn themed kitchen window - to make me happy in these cold mornings
something about autumn that makes all day feels like a crisp early morning. refreshing.
Making their mark
This is the house, she says.
The burnished brightness of the leaves falling from the trees, kindles in me the desire for the warmth of fire.
The first really crisp morning of Autumn. Visible breath and dazzling sunshine.
My mother's surreal glowing garden decor.
The last of our garden arugula.
A crunchy yellow carpet.
Autumn in Nisswa