Sacred Spaces

Tracks of Life

Tracks of Life

The tracks of life through the midst of buildings, framed by metal fence links.

Silent Promise

Silent Promise

White stretches as far as the eye can see. Even the sky is that grey-white that speaks to clouds heavy with snow that will be brought to earth momentarily.

Frosted Fingertips

Frosted Fingertips

The fingers of the evergreen tree reach out towards me with a startling directness.

The Land of Living Skies

The Land of Living Skies

My mother grew up not far from where this photo was taken in The Land of Living Skies - Saskatchewan. Mum was raised mostly in Rouleau, about a 40 minute drive southwest of Regina on the flattest piece of land imaginable; a place where in the winter the wind, as Colter Wall sings, will cut you half in two.

The Poplar Speaks

The Poplar Speaks

Rippled bark marked with chasms and canyons. A knot cracked and opened, revealing inner tender skin. Burls adorned with mustard toppings. Shadings of cream, caramel and chocolate.

Stories in Stone

Stories in Stone

Imagine the bustle of people walking by and by. Day by day being watched by the monuments attentive eyes above.

For the Taking

For the Taking

The warm light illuminates the cozy confines of a cluttered shop, twinkling off the colours, inviting people within.

What Child Is This?

What Child Is This?

Ottawa photographer Ruth Dick reminds viewers that the gift and mystery of life can, more often than not, be found in the form of a child.