This mornings sunrise was amazing. It started as a soft glow and then a few minutes later it filled the sky with colours. I grabbed my camera and from my back fence capture a few images of the fleeting colours. A great way to start the day.
A welcome sign to a cold winter day. The Chinook Arch is an indication of warm weather to come. Clouds form an arch across the western sky and temperatures rise. One of the good things about of living through a canadian winter so close to the Rocky Mountains.
As I sit on the train we move along. The cars on the road move against our flow. I press the lens against the window and hold….1..2..3..4.. all the way to 15 seconds. I do it again and again. There are dirty windows and the train bumps and wiggles but I don’t care. The imperfections add to the abstractness of the image.
As the inter darkness settles in it is time for low light photography. A simple image down an alley showing the street light caught in the fog.
Here is an image from last July. It is a small park on the edge of a few busy roads. It has lots of hills and trees and is a great escape on most any day. you can hide in the shade of the trees or walk in the warmth of the sun. It is your choice.
Down by the river, years after the flood, the old tree still stands. It is a sign of strength and resilience. Even though it is not living anymore it still stands watch over the river. At first glance it may not seem of use but it is a perch for some birds and it’s hollow cavity is a nest for others.
The trees with no leaves stand tall in the sun. They wait for the cold that has yet to come and the winter snow to fly. For now the sun is still warm even as the days grow short. The trees stand and wait.
The new International Terminal at the Calgary Airport was very large and very shiney. The floor seemed to reflect everything and this corridor was lined with never ending glass mountains.
A small hole in the clouds lets the sun shine through and bring a little light to this cloudy day.
A prairie path leads me through the trees as I try to reach the blue streaked sky. It is alway at the horizon that I never seem to reach.