I have never seen a sunset that looked more like an oil painting. The layers of colour, the textures, the play of dark and light… whose masterly hand…
“I think we’ve all come out of the same light, and we’re all going back into the same light.” – Aldous Huxley
Not your typical day on the Toronto waterfront. Winter strips away all the excess and allows the geometry of nature to shine through.
The snow weighed down the branches of the pines to turn them into sentinels, standing stiffly at attention, guarding the sacred stillness of the morning. One of them…
In the blue hour before sunrise, as dawn breaks on the first heavy snow of the season
Featuring the fainter Fall/Winter section of the Milky Way, and some subtle airglow
The island hangs on a delicate thread of light suspended in eternity – a metaphor for life? (with a nod to Nabokov)
If a thin place, as they say, is a place where heaven and earth come closer together, then this must be the very thinnest of places indeed. The…