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Archive for April, 2013

Serenity in Sumner

Yesterday, I had planned to go out and shoot some more melting things, or perhaps the odd bud or two, if any were out yet . . . but instead, thanks to the quirks of Mother Nature, who saw fit to dump about a foot of heavy wet snow upon us, I spent the day shovelling snow. And finding things for the kids to do, since the buses weren’t running, and I wasn’t going to go anywhere until the snowplow had been past.

So instead, today I’d like to share with you a photo from our trip last year to New Zealand, and my ancestral home, Christchurch. We had originally planned this trip for March 2011, but as a result of the massive February 22nd earthquake, and the virtual shutdown of Christchurch after that horrendous event, we postponed it for year. Somewhat less, traditional photo opportunities, but a few unique ones presented themselves when we eventually got down there.

On our second day in the Garden City – the first was spent visiting family and checking out the Botanic Gardens with our daughters and my Dad when jet-lag overwhelmed our son – I decided to take the family out to Sumner. Sadly, Shag Rock is gone, well, it’s a pile now, and I completely missed it while navigating through the maze of orange cones which lined the road, creating new lanes, as the lane along the base of the cliffs was narrowed by the line of shipping containers, placed there to keep falling rocks off the road.

Not exactly the Sumner I remembered.

However, Cave Rock was pretty much the same. The wind blasting off the Pacific was the same . . . and the dune was the same. Took some lovely pictures that day, in spite of the cold (rain was on the way, and as usual at that time of year, a chilly wind preceded it). In spite of all the damage nearby, the absence of Shag Rock, it was still the serene, peaceful place, I remembered.



Slipping into Spring at Last

Yesterday, I went out to the Fish Creek Community Forest, determined to get a picture (or two) of the now flowing, Fish Creek, while there was still some snow around it. I had an idea of what I wanted to find and create – you can see the creek from the road, so I knew the potential for success was high.

So I packed up my camera backpack, and set forth. Good thing I had boots on. The Silviculture Trail, which leads down to the creek, was still full of snow and a tad slippery in spots. However, I managed to make it down the hill without mishap. It was close a couple of times, but I was nothing if not determined to get that shot.

When I reached the bottom, I was lucky enough to find that many of our local dog walkers had allowed their pets to go out to the creek, so there were frozen doggie trails to walk on. This was a very good thing, as the snow is still 2-3 feet deep in places. I got a number of shots, from different spots on the bank and various angles, before I decided that was good for now – I will go back when things are turning green and try some different shots.

It’s so peaceful down there, on the banks of Fish Creek, even though the road is a few hundred metres away. Serene, even when the snow is 3 feet deep.

I followed the trail, back up the hill, choosing to complete the circuit, rather than go back the way I came. After-all, I did have more potential locations to scope out.

And then I got to an icy spot.

I was more than halfway back to the top, so I went off-trail a bit and navigated my way around the icy bit, thinking to myself that it was a good thing I didn’t go down this way – the only way down would be on my butt.

A few metres further on, I hit the mother-of-all icy spots. Within sight of the top. Less than 100 metres to the top, and I was stuck. Couldn’t go back down, except on my backside. I tried to carefully walk up the “less” slippery spots, only to find my feet flying out from under me, in slow-motion, and the next thing I knew I was sliding towards the edge of a very steep hill.

Thank God for trees.

Using the tree that halted my momentum, I got up and took stock of my options. I could try to go back over that small icy patch, and walk all the way back the way I came, or I could figure out how to get to the top. My soaking wet, mud-covered backside made the decision very easy. I wasn’t walking around like that for any longer than I had to.

Off-trail was the only way to go. Again, thank God for trees. There were a number of fallen trees on the hillside, and by carefully walking above them, they could act as brakes in case I slipped again, not to mention, the upright ones made excellent hand-holds.

Made it back to my truck in one piece, no more falls, and luckily, did not come across anyone else out for a morning stroll!

I’d better have an absolutely fantastic shot, I thought as I drove my soggy butt home.

I’ll let you be the judge. Here’s one of the pictures I took yesterday.



Melting Moments

Melting Moments

Sank in the snow up to my knees several times yesterday to get this shot of one of the spruce trees in our yard, but it was worth it!

Busy weekend in Photoshop

Holy, with the kids’ activities and the psycho weather we’ve been having, I haven’t shot anything . . . other than the snow we had the other day . . .  since Easter. Not good.

However, I did spend some time in Photoshop creating a logo, at long last. I think it looks pretty, if I do say so myself. I’m not very good with Photoshop. Terrible, in fact. But that’s okay, this is why I’m a photographer and a writer, not a graphic artist. Still, I managed to make a nice logo and a passable letterhead.

Now I guess I just need some business to go with it, eh?

Anyhow, with the way things are melting this week, I’m going to try to get out and shoot some of the things around here which are melting . . . just be warned, our youngest daughter has another dance competition this week, so any planned shooting might be pre-empted by hair-dos. Endless, daily hair-dos.

Oh, the things we do for our kids!