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Mist On The Montreal River

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The following morning after my evening photographing, I returned to the Montreal River. This time it was at dawn. The river was thick with mist. The morning temperature at my campsite in Sawpit Bay, Lake Superior was 12 Celsius. On my arrival at the Montreal River the temperature was 5 Celsius. The distance between the two locations was only 40 Kilometers. I set up at the same location from the previous evening. It was a matter of waiting for the right lighting. Waiting for the fog to lift was a factor. The fog helped eliminate all that blue sky with no clouds. It was a nice setup watching the morning evolve. The crispness of the morning air felt good. It was a fall feeling.

The temperatures are beginning to drop here. Maybe the colors of fall will come on. Fall is the time of year when the air is cool and crisp. The beauty of the land is before you in a spectrum of color.

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Blood Thirsty Mosquitoes

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We pulled into the campsite

On a far northern lake

The turquoise blue waters

Of Martha Lake, Algoma

Shimmering around us

 

As expected our northern hosts

Were greedily awaiting our arrival

The blood thirsty mosquitoes

They are not called

The northern scourges for nothing

Blood is what they want

 

The first order of business

To set up the screen tent

This to be our place of peace

From the waiting mosquitoes

The mosquitoes are lining up

Waiting for their next victim

You

 

The next order of business

To erect the tent

With practiced precision

The tent is erected

The sleeping cots in place

Bedding is laid out

The bug coils are lit

To be placed in our shelters

 

I don my bug jacket

The barbeque and stove

Are now set up

The cooler of food

Locked in the vehicle

No need inviting unwanted guests

For an overnight feast

Namely the bloody bears

 

Peace and solitude reigns supreme

Not a soul in sight

It is nearing dust

The wind dying down

The lake becoming calm

The moon edging up

Casting a silvery path

On the lake surface

 

Darkness is at hand

Time to hit the sack

A small lantern hangs

From the tent ceiling

Revealing the mosquito hordes

Lined up on the tent screen

Crawling into my sleeping bag

The light now off

I lie there with eyes closed

Listen to the drone

Of the ever gathering swarm

I had the feeling

Of being the only victim

Within a hundred miles

I guess in the turn of things

We all have to survive

Thus I fell asleep

To the humming sound

Of the north woods mosquitoes

I must be a northerner

A Boggy Place

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I was exploring the logging roads in back of Batchawana. It was a wonderful feeling to watch the road ahead. I was driving through a canopy of vibrant fall colors. Cresting  hills to a view of hill tops alive with dynamic colors that only Fall can give.  Making my way along the side of theses hills with a stream flowing far below. Looking past the stream to the craggy rock faces through the tree canopy. The road was in good repair as they were hauling logs here. As I approached the Y in the road I turned right onto a narrower gravel road. Both sides of the road had been cut over. With it being late evening I had no worries of meeting a log truck. I had conversed with the logging people. From them I learned that they were finished each day by 6:00 PM. This piece of road had very few pull offs and it was relatively new.

I came upon this composition in the cutting area. With some vibrant color in the background. The ghostly appearance of the Black Spruce in decay reflecting upon the water. Small boggy islands in the middle ground for added depth. Then the total reflection in the foreground. I purposely left out the sky for more even lighting over the scene. This is one of those compositions that can seem busy.This is a very detailed scene overall. But at the same time alive and peaceful. These locations are one of my favorites  to just sit and absorb the wealth of color and patterns involved. But overall I like the final composition. Remember rules can be broken.

That is it for this week. Until next time happy trails