Whiteswan Provincial Park, BC
I was walking along the shore of Whiteswan Lake, I noticed water entering the lake.
I followed the stream up into the woods. The scene that you see here is what caught my eye. A little bit busy, but okay. There is enough color to enhance the composition
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.
I discovered this little bay off of Lake Minniwanka. There was a point of land with some color. The lake water was quieting down a bit, so their was some reflection available.The towering mountains in the background
It was a rainy morning off and on. The date September 15 2018. I spent the night in Nakusp British Columbia. My brother was part of the Rocky Mountain Motogiro 2018. I had been asked to photograph the event. Summit Lake was our first stop to photograph the motorcycles passing through.
I captured this beautiful scene in between capturing the Motorcycles passing by.
The fall colors of the maple and oak are almost gone now. Standing out in contrast with the green of the pines and spruce, the tamarack displays its beauty. The tamarack is also known as larch.
The Algonquian people named this tree tamarack. The meaning, wood used for snowshoes. Its habitat is low lying areas such as swamps,and bogs. The larch is deciduous and the needles turn yellow in autumn.
I photographed this scene in the late afternoon. Sunlight was filtering through the clouds. The side lighting intensified the yellow color of the tamarack. The backdrop of the green spruce helped to allow the tamarack to stand out in the photo.
Walking around the street corner, this fella jumped up and asked if I would take his photo. Sure I told him. He then sat back down in doorway. I photo graphed him. Showed him the photo. He looked, smiled and sat back down in doorway. I shook hands and moved on.
Strolling along the street I noticed an older lady sitting on a step. It was late evening. Thus she was relaxing after a day of labor. With her permission I captured her image
Dark skies, late evening created the mood that is evident in this particular composition. A touch of lighting by the setting sun. This is my favourite time of day to get those fine art compositions. Watch the weather, cloud effects, but best of all enjoy a pleasant evening stroll on the shores of Lake Superior.
Good morning sun
I greet you this day
I feel your warmth
You brighten the day
Good morning wind
You are blowing softly today
I feel you caressing my face
A breath of freshness
On this morning
Good morning trees
I hear you murmuring
Like a whisper in my ear
You are still standing
Though many are gone
Good morning flowers
You brighten the forest
With your vibrant colors
Gently nodding in the wind
Good morning stream
The sounds you make
As you journey through the forest
Gurgling and burbling carefree
To an unknown lake
Your water pure and pristine
Good morning sun ray
Filtering through the trees
You bring a ray of hope
To this new day
I rejoice in what
You all have given me
The feeling of spirituality
That can only be found
In the untamed wilderness
The feeling of peace and quietude
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.