Then on the 5th day
I captured this scene
Killarney Provincial Park
OSA Lake
Tag Archives: Early Morning
Hello Wind
You are blowing softly today
I feel you on my face
Like the caress of a loved one
You have come from far away
A breath of freshness
Hello trees
I hear you murmuring
Sounds like the one I love
Whispering in my ear
You are still standing
Though many have gone
Hello flowers
You brighten the forest
With your vibrant colors
Like a lady I once cherished
Hello stream
The sounds you make
As you journey through the forest
Gurgling and burbling carefree
To an unknown lake
Reminds me of my love
In happy moments
Hello sun ray
Filtering through the trees
You bring a ray of hope
For those who can’t cope
Of a long lost love
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Mist On The Montreal River
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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Hurry the Dawn
A storm is raging
In the darkness of night
My mind is adrift
In the seas of time
Looking for a port of call
My body is restless
Like the surging winds
My heart is aching
As I lie alone
In my rumpled bed
Hurry the dawn
My shoulders are heavy
With the burden of life
My eyes are moist
As the rain patters
On the roof top
The sound of thunder
Echoing in the mountains
The flash of lightning
Illuminates the room
Casting eerie shadows on the walls
Darkness returns as the storm rages
I am a lonely man
Hurry the dawn
Rising in the dawn
The storm has abated
To step outside
The patter of rain is faint
On the rustling leaves
Blending with the subdued rustle
The forest whispering to itself
The dawn has come reluctantly
Glowing sullen through
A dark cloudy sky
A beam of light
Pierces the morning sky
Bringing forth a ray of hope
The mind has cleared
The body in repose
The beauty of the land
Hurry the dawn
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Morning Solitude, George Lake
The wind is calm
The air being crisp
A clear blue sky
The exposed hills aglow
With the morning sunlight
A touch of color
Decorates the ancient hillside
Shadows are opening up
A light mist roams
The quiet lake waters
The grass filled shallows
Resplendent in rusty brown
A stray beam of light
Filtering throw shadowy trees
Casts a lustrous glow
On the sunlit grass
There is a stirring
Of a north wind
From over the hills
Rustling through the trees
The morning mist dispersed
The lake’s surface ruffled
By the strengthening wind
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Sitting on a Moss Covered Rock
Sitting on a moss covered rock
Surrounded by Black Spruce
Squashing a skeet now and then
The pesky critters would dive-bomb
To sting the back of my neck
A well beaten moose trail
Traverses the swamp edge
A scene of stillness
The open water quiet and benign
The ghostly dance of mist
Transforms the summer morning
The sun not yet risen
A channel leads one’s eye
To the far hills
The Black Spruce dark and ominous
At the shore’s edge
Protruding rocks break the shoreline
A cliff rises in the channel
The sun’s rays slowly creep
Over the shadowed land
Light filters through the mist
The far hills unfold
In the morning light
Fingers of light creep
Through the dark shadows
The mist is still swirling
A pair of Loons appear
Dark shapes in the mist
The warmth of the morning sunlight
Chasing the night shadows before it
The mist now dissipating
Exposing the Boreal Forest
Rising from my moss covered rock
I quietly trudged up the hill
With one last look
As I crested the hill
Another memory to preserve
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A Quiet Place To Be
This is a scene I captured at David Lake, Killarney Provincial Park. The clouds were fast moving here. The wind was kicking up a fuss here and there. It was one of those trips where photographing was very sporadic. On the left is a point of land that I placed to the left of my composition. A small rock outcrop in the front adds a sense of depth. Two rock islands with vegetation in the middle ground. Then in the background is the far shore that is just starting to show Fall colors. The sun is rising at the far left corner.
There is a touch of mist on the lake’s surface for added affect. The reflections tie in the composition nicely. This is a place where one could sit on a rock by the shore and enjoy a morning coffee. At the same time absorbing the surrounding landscape. A few minutes later the wind picked up and the effect was gone.
Well that is it for now. Until next time happy trails.
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Morning on The Manitou
The Manitou River starts its journey at the South end of Lake Manitou on Manitoulin Island,Ontario.Manitoulin Island is the largest fresh water island in the world.The Manitou River is approximately 15 km long,The river ends at Michaels Bay on the South side of Manitoulin Island into Lake Huron.I had previously explored the Manitou River the evening before.I had determined that the best shot was to be had in the early morning.
Paul Smith and I arrived on location before daybreak and set up our photo equipment.It was a great morning.This portion of the river forms a S shape.With that in mind I placed the cedar tree at the top of the photo for depth.The sun actually lit up this tree first.The real bonus was when he morning light highlighted the clump of grass on the shore giving off a yelow orange effect plus a bit of reflection.You never know what you will get at times.There was mist on the river that morning.As time progressed a beam of light started on the right hand side of the photo.As I waited the beam of light slowly made its way to the left.The composition was slowly coming togrther.The last piece of the composition occured when the water turned golden in the foreground.After that happened the highlights on the water got too harsh.Now I took approximately 40 shots of this location.I used the second last shot to get the composition you see above.
That is it for now.Thank you for stopping by.So until next time happy trails.
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Sunlit Grass
Jan Winther and I were walking the shoreline of a small lake up the Westbranch.It was mid-morning.The wind was calm with mist rolling off the shores of this lake.Now this is a lake that is pretty much down in a hollow.The Tamarack trees are now bare.The lakes this far North are surrounded mostly by evergreens.
We are now into November,the days are shorter and cooler.The sun travels at a lower elevation now.This means the sunlight takes longer to penetrate through the trees on the hillsides during early morning.With that in mind,just close your eyes and envision a scene of a small lake in the Boreal Forest.The evergreens hug the shoreline.The sunlight is penetrating through the trees on the East side were the trees cascade down the hillside to the lake.There is mist covering the lake’s surface.There is no wind.The surrounding landscape is reflecting on the surface.This is a scene that I come across many times in my travels.To be there is a joy and to be able to photograph these scenes is a blessing.
With all that said Jan and I both turned and saw the sunlight highlighting the clump of grass protruding from the lake edge.There was mist moving slowly from the shore.The background was in shadow as the sun has not penetrated that area yet.I waded slowly out into the water.I wanted to make as little disturbance as possible for the scene was only ten feet from me.The tripod and Canon 7d was set up.I composed my shot,then waited for the water to calm down again and took my shot. I intentionally kept the background dark to keep the focus on the sunlit grass and mist.
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Rugged Shorelines
While exploring the shores of the French River early one morning I happened upon the above scene.There was some small white flowers in front of me along with a fern growing on the rocks.With an island before me,mist and calm waters.The sky was unique with good cloud formation,There was a lovely pink color to the clouds.
When I processed this photo I enhanced the yellow part of the fern along with yellow highlights on the far shoreline.If you want to take your work to the next level this is what you have to do.It brings the artist out in you.Mind you it is supple, but that is all it takes.
My work is been featured at Upstream People Gallery
http://www.upstreampeoplegallery.com/exhibition/default.asp?XD=9/1/2012&AN=Bennison%2C+Ken
Well that is it for now.Thank you for visiting and commenting.So until next time happy trails
Ken Bennison's Photography 