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.
The fast moving mist or clouds created an ever changing scene. The clearing of the mist exposed this odd shaped rock structure.
Near Whiteswan Provincial Park, BC in the East Kootenays.
Whiteswan Lake, Whiteswan Lake Provincial Park.
The buildings you see in the photo, I believe is a lodge.
This is the Northwest corner of Whiteswan Lake.
When I first looked at this scene, I saw a lot of contrast and depth.
The yellow colored shrubs in the foreground. The dark evergreens behind.
Then the mountains in the background in great detail.
The dark clouds swirling around.
As a different tack, I showed less sky and more foreground in this composition.
The photo was taken in Whiteswan Provincial Park
I was driving home on HWY 95, North of Fort Steele. I stopped at a rest area. The Kootenay River flowed here. I picked up a trail along the banks of the river and explored.
The evening was late. The clouds were heavy. Then all of a sudden the forest was aglow in a wash of light, The mountains in shadow to the left. A touch of color in the sky.
The river continues its journey.
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.