There is something quite magical and mysterious in the early hours of morning and especially when the fog has crept in which it has these last weeks. To wake up to the sound of fog horns on the harbour and see the ghostly outlines of trees and houses always inspires me to grab the camera and head out toward the water or the woods. It's a quest to follow a sunbeam path that splits the mist into glowing ribbons amongst the trees or to listen to the nuances of a bird melody and the symphonies of hidden places.
walking to School
To be true to oneself and to others is not always easy. I almost always try to think outside the box (out in the ethers!) which has at times isolated me but has also brought me some wonderful friends and encounters from the universe. I will stop to hear the singing on the wind but there have been times that the path has taken me to a dead end too. It's important not to lose heart -and as Castaneda said "we can make ourselves happy or we can make ourselves miserable- the amount of work is the same!"
“In a world where death is the hunter, my friend, there is no time for regrets or doubts. There is only time for decisions.” from the Journey to Ixtlan
early one morning
Portage Park
Misty path
downy woodpecker
Halloween and Samhain Oct 31, 2013
Dead Alice says come in, with Brian, as Fire for fiddle, the fiend from the fell
