A back channel on the Rideau river, almost overflowing with spring meltwater
bare branches overhead, almost bursting with budding leaves
swirling, artistic impressions almost dancing on the water’s surface.
I recently visited my newly-found, favourite birch grove again. I must have looked like a doofus, swaying back and forth, leaning a little this way, then that way, until I got into *just* the right awkward pose to create exactly what I was hoping for: a wall of birch, with no sky or ground showing, just glowing white trunks lined up in a row.
This makes me happy, which is weird, but that’s the way it goes.
A drive through the countryside with nothing but flat, gray light and a bleak end-of-winter landscape forced me to see the world through different eyes.
I rarely stretch my imagination like this, as I prefer to take pictures of nature being beautiful, but looking for lines and contrast instead of colour and detail gives me a new perspective, and helps me to develop my creativity.
And, well, it’s just fun, with neat results!
This image I took at my recently found birch grove. I’m so excited about it! Birch is my favourite tree, so to find a dense stand nearby allows me to revisit frequently, and play around with the trees photographically. You’ll be seeing more of this forest through the months.
This image isn’t post-processed, except for a little change in contrast. I used the blur technique, where you set a slightly slower shutter speed, and move the camera up or down while taking the picture. Easy to do, with interesting results – try it!
On Christmas Eve, it was -24 C outside, but the sun was shining and we were restless, so we ventured out for a c-c-c-cold 45 min jaunt through our local conservation area. I was frozen to the core, but happy to be in the sun. The kids were just happy, not noticing numb cheeks or icy fingers.
That’s usually the way things go around here. While I use the kids as my scapegoat, it’s usually me full of reservations and excuses. No longer, I say! Get off my butt, I say! ‘Tis a New Year, the opportunities are endless, and I am the master of my fate. And there are ice storms leaving delicate layers of ice on branches in the sun, just waiting to be photographed.
Growing up out west, we had our share of weather phenomenon to endure and appreciate, but nothing like an ice storm. My favourite was always hoar frosts, where you’d wake up to a world covered in snow crystals. But freezing rain creates an entirely different effect – the world is covered in ice, making a sparkling glass kingdom out of nature. It is truly breathtaking. After 3 winters out East, I hope I never lose this sense of awe and wonder I have when witnessing an ice storm.