Some nights, you will see beauty in all directions… Behind me, the July Supermoon was rising; before me, peachy pink clouds silhouetted the Abbey church against the sky.
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Sunset on the Night of the July Supermoon
Category: Photography: Scenery
Rite of Passage: The Graffiti Barn
Graduation Graffiti Barn, somewhere near Mankota, Saskatchewan.
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Aurora Man in the Northern Lights
A favourite shot from one of last fall’s Northern Lights displays… Aurora Man!
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Hoar Frost on Seed Head
The magic of morning ice transforms dried seeds into a confection of lace, crisp crystals cresting from the husk, the stalk and other crystals. Hoar frost. White frost. Winter magic.
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Macro: Hoar Frost Crystals with Hoar Frost Shadow
As winter moves into spring, mornings come when the air and ground differ so much in temperature that ice fog forms, draping a white mantle of hoar frost over the Prairies until the sun rises high enough to burn through the fog and melt the delicate crystals. A prosaic, somewhat scientific explanation for the truly magical.
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Early Snow: Muted Colours on Red Branches
Late last year, when the leaves still glowed with orange and red colours, I captured this image of snow gently dusting a branch beside a local park. This image reminds me of the transience of life and seasons, and the artificial boundaries we place between things. Like Winter. And Fall.
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Lake of the Plains School: Saskatchewan
One summer day, I drove the backyards around Last Mountain Lake and came across this old, abandoned school building. Most of the old rural schools have now been torn down or converted to other uses, so this was, for me, a treasure. And perhaps the lake left with the students? The land all around was dry, as far as I could see…
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Winter: Hoar Frost in the Qu’Appelle Valley
Driving into the Qu’Appelle Valley north of Regina, Saskatchewan, I saw this tree and stopped.
Graceful and covered in hoar frost, it grows by a drop-off into the valley with blue hills behind. A single furrow of deer tracks led across the road, through the field towards it, and coyote tracks also stamped the nearby snow. Or perhaps those came from a dog wandering the snow, far from any house.
Winter has its own (cold) beauty.
Prairie Creek in the Qu’Appelle Valley
This swerving, curving prairie creek — not far from Regina, Saskatchewan — is one of many streams that flow into the Qu’Appelle River.
This picture was taken from a bridge near the town of Lumsden.
What caught my interest were the soft fall colours, receding into the distant hills, and the gentle curve of the creek.
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