I saw this scene as I was driving along a road following the Rocky Mountains. The fields covered in lush green grass. Mountains in the background. The Fall colors are just starting in early September. I don’t know, but I just fell in love with this whole area.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
The White River is a major headwaters tributary of the Kootenay River in southeastern British Columbia, Canada. The river is 65 kilometres (40 mi) long and drains an isolated area of the Canadian Rockies east of the village of Canal Flats.
It rises at Sylvan Pass, in a precipitous glacial basin in Height of the Rockies Provincial Park. It flows southwards through a deep valley along the Park Ranges, then swings southwest to receive the North Fork from the right. The river then makes a broad northwestward curve around the south flank of Flett Peak, passing Whiteswan Lake Provincial Park. It then flows generally north-northwest, emptying into the Kootenay on the left bank.
The White is a large, steep, fast flowing glacial river and can be up to 60 metres (200 ft) wide as it nears the mouth. The river’s drainage basin of some 987 square kilometres (381 sq mi) consists almost entirely of virgin forest.
Patience, Patience. That is what its all about. Unlike my painterly friends who can create how they want. I must wait for the right moment to happen. Whether it is today, tomorrow or sometime in the future, I must wait for the components to fall in place. The lake to be calm. The lighting to be just right. The right cloud cover. This is the game I must play to get the composition I want.
Then you get a day when everything fits together like a jigsaw puzzle. Then I will lock in and start shooting. I have been creating photographic works for many years now. I do not even think anymore. I just perform. I am a happy man doing my thing.
The bottom line of all this is you enjoy the wonders of nature. You breathe the clean, clear air around you. The scenes before you capture your heart, taking your breath away.
I spent the whole day surrounded by beauty. I drove up the side of the mountain. I drove down the other side of the mountain. Before me was a beautiful valley surrounded by mountains. This was White Swan Provincial Park. There are two lakes located here. Alces Lake and Whiteswan Lake. The above photo shows the back end of Whiteswan Lake.
The camera is set up on the tripod. The composition is ready. The wind is fickle. One moment it is calm. Then a breath of wind disturbs part o your scene. A ripple upon the lake surface. You wait and you wait. Then, the wind is gone. A photo is shot. The wind comes again. You quietly wait. The calm returns. A photo is shot. The sun breaks through among dark clouds. There is brightness on the mountains. A beautiful composition has been created. Whew.
The joys of art when one discovers something unique. I was at Fort Steele near Cranbrook BC. I noticed this old building at the edge of a field. So off I went crossing the highway. As I approached the building I could see Fisher Peak in the background. Now here was a bonus.
The composition became the old house with the mountains in the background. The yellow of the grass complimenting the house and the green of the evergreens. I spent a happy two hours here watching the play of lighting and moving clouds.
This house was built sometime in the 1920s or early 1900.
When we explored Gibson BC we headed to the beach to explore. My niece April and I sauntered along slowly enjoying the sun and smell of the Pacific Ocean.
It was late afternoon. I looked at the rock formation and plant life to be found at the end of the beach. There was very strong lighting here causing problems. I used the tree branches to help block the sunlight as much as possible. But I managed to capture the lighting highlighting some of the structure to make the scene more interesting.Green and yellow are the dominating colors here.