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Sitting on a Moss Covered Rock

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Superior_2064

 

 

 

 

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

Photography, Poetry

The River Runs

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BirchCreek_1997

 

The Fall rains have come

The Fall colored leaves

Hanging low over the river

They are laden with moisture

The rivers are swollen

With tea – stained water

The turbulent waters crash violently

Over the submerged rocks

Lichen covered rocks withstand

The swift currents rage

A restless river galloping

To its final destiny

At the river’s mouth

The  Sun emerges to dry

The water logged land

In time the surging river

Recedes in depth

No longer violent and swollen

The clean fast water

Scouring the gravel bottom

Fast water trickles  through

The shadow gravel beds

Alive with returning Salmon

To begin a new life cycle

It was a great weekend for me as I won the following awards

The Exhibition Without Walls Award – Manhattan Arts International Celebrate The Healing Power of Art 2014 

http://www.manhattanarts.com/Gallery/Healing-Power-of-ART/Winners.htm

An award of Excellence from the Exhibition Without Walls Impressions 2014

http://www.exhibitionswithoutwalls.com/impressions-finalist/

 

That is all for now, so until next time happy trails.

 

 

 

 

Photography, Poetry

The French

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TheElbowFrenchRiver_1459

The mist is rising

From dark moving waters

Of a river from

Times gone by

Sculptured rocks materialize

Through the fine mist

Tall stately pines

That guard the rugged shorelines

Of the dark moving waters

They were mere saplings

In the time of the voyageurs

Who paddled the dark

Moving waters of the French

Onwards in their yearly journeys

To and from their destinations

The dip of the paddles

The sound of canoes

Slicing through the dark waters

The shear rock walls

Like the halls of time

Echo with voyageur’s songs

A young bull moose

Emerges from the darkness

Of the receding night

Its horns glistening with morning dew

In search of a drink

From the dark moving water

A river otter quietly surfaces

From the dark moving waters

To feed on clams from

The dark river bottom

Cracking open its prize

To feed on the flesh

To be found within

The day is slowly emerging

From the shadows and mist

The eerie lonesome call

Of the Common Loon

Is heard in the distance

A Bald Eagle drifts

The warming air currents

Looking for a meal

To feed its hungry siblings

A warm South wind

Whispers through the trees

The mist has risen

From the dark moving waters

Scattered islands and rocky points

Appear in the morning light

The land is now awaken

To the coming new day

Photography, Poetry

Heart In The North

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BassfinLake_2287

Riding on a Greyhound bus

On a North bound highway

I watch the landscape flashing by

I think back to the day

I had left my Northern home

To seek a job down South

I left a girl behind

With tears in her eyes

The bus rolled along

Bringing me closer to home

Next stop Sudbury

As I stepped down

From the Greyhound bus

There was my girl

Waiting for me

With tearful eyes and a warm smile

She ran towards me

I dropped my suitcase

Taking her in my arms

The years melted away

I was back home

In the North

Were my heart belonged

She said wait here

Returning with a little girl

This is your daughter

Tears came easily

I said come to Daddy

With a moments hesitation

She was in my arms

This is were my heart belongs

In the North Country

With the lady I love

A beautiful little girl

Blond and blue eyes

We can now share our love

The above photo was an evening capture up the Matagamasi Road. The lake is Bushy Lake. I had been photographing at Bassfin Lake and decided to take a quick run up to Bushy Lake. There I was greeted by the above scene. Beautiful sky and reflections. I used the left shoreline to lead out to to background. The reflections were great with some amazing cloud detail. This is again being in the right pace at the right time.

Thank you everyone for stopping by. Enjoy the comments very much. Keep them coming. I have reach a milestone of shorts as I have surpassed the 500 subscriber mark. Love that. So until next time happy trails

Photography, Poetry

Come Sit With Me

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ChutesProvincialPark_2705

Come sit with me

By the meandering stream

That flows through the forest

Listen to the water

Flowing freely among the rocks

Listen to the wind

Singing in the tree tops

Inhale the rich earthly smell

Of the forest around us

See the dainty wildflowers

Nodding in the wind

An array of vibrant color

A moss coloured log

Lies before us

Rich in green and brown

Slowly being reclaimed

Back to the earth

The voice of a songbird

Singing his colourful melodies

Amongst  the low growing shrubs

Declaring  his everlasting love

To his nearby mate

High up in a Red Pine

A noisy red squirrel

Chatters and scolds a chipmunk

With puffed out cheeks

Sitting  on a stump

A cotton tail rabbit

Hops into the clearing

Feeding along the forest edge

Always alert to danger

A chorus of song

Can be heard by the stream

It is the music of frogs

Quietly a whitetail doe

Steps from the forest

Approaches the streams edge

Alert for danger

She turns her head

Two spotted fawns emerge

From the forest shadows

To join their watchful mother

The doe lowers its muzzle

To the clear cold stream

Quenching her thirst

As the fawns explore

Then silently as they came

They faded into the woods

Evening is fast approaching

The woods are darkening

The sun is lowering

Soon to be gone

Shadows have lengthening now

It is time to head home

The trail beckons us

The stars will guide us

On our journey home

This poem is about slowing life down and enjoying the intimate world of nature.

To enjoy your surroundings and a relaxing way to observe the woods in your area away from the hustle and bustle of city life.

The above photo was taken in Chutes Provincial Park.

There was a nice bit of color on the far shoreline.

Using the rocks in midstream of the Aux Sable River as my lead in I created the above composition.

Well the weather has changed here to rain and in the upcoming week snow flurries. The temperatures are now dropping.

So until next time happy trails

Photography, Poetry

Gichigami ( Open Water )

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Gichigami

A land of raw beauty

With hidden coves

And beckoning bays

For the wayward traveller

Wind swept shorelines along

The moody blue waters

Of a large inland sea

Mist shrouded hills

As far as the eye can see

A land born of fire and ice

In an age long past

The flow of molten lava

Sculptured the ever changing terrain

A receding glacier that

Gorged and marred the surface

Scaring the exposed bedrock

A land of low rounded hills

After eons of erosion

A broken coastline constantly

Pounded by relentless waves

And ever changing winds

To create a land of raw beauty

The shallow soils of

The worn down hills

Are home to the Jack Pine

That dominate the horizon

White Birch and White Spruce

Cover the slopes of the hills

The tea stained waters

Of the coastal streams

Wild and rugged as they flow

Swiftly through rocky terrain

To join the inland sea

This is a land of raw beauty

At the mercy of Gichigami

A huge inland sea

Called Lake Superior

I am on my last day at the French River Visitor Center. So until next time happy trails

Photography, Poetry

Brilliance Of Color

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CameronFalls_0142

Late evening of a warm summer day

The sky is cloudless

The sun is low

Somewhere  on a Northern river

The river runs low

The water is pure

The boulders turn chromatic

The scene becomes dramatic

The slow moving water

Is saturated with color

A reflection of gold

With a splashing of blue

The surrounding rocks

Glowing from the diffusion

Of the surrounding colors

Creating a spell-bounding scene

The evening light is fading

The brilliance of color

Lost in the shadows

Of the oncoming night

The composition above is a dramatic micro scene that can be found in and around waterfalls.

You have to look close to find them.

They are  something to behold.

More so when you have it up on your computer screen

Keep a sharp eye out.

On Saturday May 11, I will be at the Rubber Boots Festival in Noelville , Ontario.

I will be set up from 12:00 to 6:00 in the arena with my photographic works

Along with my books.

For more info on the Rubber Boot Festival  go here

http://rubberbootsfestival.com/festival-2013/

While I was in Noelville I checked out the Backstreet Gallery

Great gallery to visit.

http://frcic.com/the-backstreet-gallery/

Well that is it for now.

The weather is beautiful here now

Until next time happy trails

Photography

A Different View

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Creek59a

So here is the same location that I posted last week. Only the composition is horizontal instead of vertical. The sculptured piece of shoreline is more prominent in the composition. The lighting is beautiful from the overhead cloudy skies. Very even lighting. I just added a small portion of the right shoreline for depth.

I received a Special Merit  and Special Recognition awards at the 3rd Annual “Nature” Art exhibition by Light Space and Time online gallery.

You can view the entries here

http://www.lightspacetime.com/nature-art-exhibition-march-2013/

I will be attending the Quest Art 9th Annual Juried Show. I had a selection for this show.

I had a small book of photos published on Amazon that you can view here.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BOEVOWE

My book A Wilderness Experience Through Photos And Poetry is available at Blurb as a hardcover or ebook.

http://www.blurb.ca/b/4071212-a-wilderness-experience-through-photos-and-poetry

Well that is it for now. Until next time happy trails.

Photography

The Oppurtunity

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I was on the road for most of the day yesterday doing business. On my way home at about 2:30 that afternoon I crossed a bridge over a creek. Glancing up the creek I took note of the patterns I saw along the water’s edge. I decided to head home and get my camera. I live only a couple minutes away. Once at home I enjoyed a cup of coffee first before grabbing my camera bag and heading out the door.

Yesterday was a cloudy day with lovely lighting. On the left side of the creek the shoreline had an interesting spot that really caught my eye. There was grass exposed under the snow. The snow texture was great with some neat patterns to it. On top of that the water was calm, allowing for great reflection to add to the pattern. Shot by itself was not going to create a good composition. I set up my tripod and camera and shot the above scene as a vertical. I used the right shoreline as a lead-in and placed my main point of interest in the top right hand of the photo. Of interest was the outline of a face made by ice on the water. As I processed the photo a touch of magenta showed on the snow that I had to tone down. The city of Sudbury has a far number of lakes and streams within its boundaries. Sudbury is also noted for its Nature trails that can offer photographic opportunities.

Be sure to check out my book A Wilderness Experience Through Photos And Poetry over at Blurb

http://www.blurb.ca/b/4071212-a-wilderness-experience-through-photos-and-poetry

Well that is it for now. Thank you for stopping by. Until next time happy trails.

Photography

Color in The Sky

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OSA8169a

A beautiful Fall evening. The sun is below the horizon. I had looked to the North side of O S A Lake and saw the beautiful colored sky that you see above. I set up my tripod and Canon 7D and composed the above shot. Scenes like this are always wonderful to see. The colors in the sky are fleeting, so you have to be fairly quick about getting these shots.

Well that is it for now. It is a rainy day here in my part of the country. Plus freezing rain and snow.

I just finished a new book on Blurb. I created this book using my photos and poetry. To view it go here.

http://www.blurb.ca/b/4064932-a-widerness-experience-through-photos-and-poetry

Until next time happy trails