Photography as art, the vision in my mind, captured by the camera.

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Canada Day Classic Cruisers

Crank Handle
I’m still playing catch-up with my posts . . . having had two birthdays in the house so far this month has slowed down my posting a bit, although I have managed to get out and take some good photos.

Today I’d like to share some of the ones I took on Canada Day – every year, Fort St. John holds a Canada Day parade, and this year, as in the past several years, this has included a display of classic cars. From a lovingly restored, immaculate Model-T Ford, to a Chevy Bel-Air, a Corvette and even a Delorean, our classic car show had it all. Including gloriously hot, sunny weather to show the vehicles off in.

Ford truck

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Barnacles Below

Barnacles Below

I love this photo of the underside of the dock at Maraetai Beach. It was cool in colour, but transforming it into B&W brought out the textures beautifully, in the dock and the water.


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Fairly Fun

Yoyo

It’s raining today, what better time to catch up on my blogging? Well, I could be repotting tomatoes in my greenhouse too, but I’ll do this while my fingers are still clean!

This weekend, the WCA fair came to town, and as usual, the children nagged me for days about going. So, on Saturday we went. I thought it would be a great chance to try some street photography, since I knew there would be a lot of people there, doing all kinds of things . . . from the carnies running the rides and games, to the people waiting in line, people on the rides . . . opportunties were sure to be everywhere. Right? Yes, but I was not able to take advantage of it.

Because I’d brought along the 3 photo-op killers.

Don’t get me wrong, I love them dearly, and they had an awesome time, but whenever I saw a great shot, I found myself being dragged away to a ride. Like the 4 guys sitting on the bench eating poutine – it was perfect, but I didn’t even get my lense cap off.  The photos I did manage to take have my kids in them. Like the one above. And why not? I don’t have to ask them for permission to take their picture, or get a model release!

Here’s another shot of the Yoyo, which, by the way, is one of my favourite rides – first time I went on it was at West Edmonton Mall in 1984, back when Fantasyland was new!

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Thanks for reading . . .  I’m going to go re-pot those tomatoes now.


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.

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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.

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