Sunset. Low light.
A beating of wings.
oh, and look, the bill is crisp! how I managed that, I honestly don’t know.
On the weekend we headed out of town to a friend’s birthday party, into the Quebec hills. We started the return trip just as the storm descended, and as I was the passenger, this allowed me ample time to stare at the 2-dimensional pattern out the window. In-focus raindrops coupled with the out-of focus world going by. I took lots of shots with my point-and-shoot, and I liked the blend of the crisp raindrops on the window, the horizontal stripes outside, and the trees with their reflections on the wet road.
As an aside, does anyone else find it hard to name their posts? I run the gamut, from simple (“rain”) to deep (“through the looking glass”), and I always feel so hokey. I admire people who can walk the line between clarity and art, and find that perfect balance in the titles of their posts. What would you have named this post?
On a walk in Edmonton’s river valley, I came across a large poplar snag. It had most of it’s bark sloughed off, and was riddled with insect holes. So many would think this wood is dead and useless.
But oh no, on the contrary, it is alive, and plays such a vital role in the ecosystem.
Insect larvae live here, woodpeckers forage here and build cavities, owls nest here, and flying squirrels roost here.
Next time you see a cavity in a snag, walk up to the tree and knock on it – you never know who might pop his head out in surprise.
I wasn’t kidding. They were atrocious.
My friend was walking in front of us on that ill-fated, brief hike in Jasper National Park. Thank goodness her baby was asleep. Not sure we would have heard ourselves thinking above the cry of the baby, the shrieks of my kidlets, and that abominable whine of the mosquitoes. Can’t you just hear it?
Can’t blame the kids though – I was pretty much in tears by the end, too.
The clouds were backlit, moving quickly through the mountains, blowing through after the storm the previous day.
I loved the way they created layers between the peaks.
The morning was perfect – except for the kajillion mosquitoes.
Not much can ruin a great photo op in Jasper National Park- but rain, crying kids, and voracious mozzies will do it.