Made in Montreal

  Late November snow, 2018 The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless an...

  While snow the window-panes bedim, The  fire  curls up a  sunny   charm , Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim, The flowering al...

  John Clare Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom, And the cr...

Photo of Meadowbrook Golf Course, November 2021   The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis ...

Nature now spreads around in dreary hue A pall to cover all that summer knew Yet in the poets solitary way Some pleasing objects for his pra...