There is a really special time of year around here where the weather begins to cool and the trees are cued to start to turn and prepare for their winter sleep. We always have a few weeks of a second summer – it gets cold and then we hit a week of gorgeous summer weather. This halts the leaves and it’s like they wait for that time to pass so they can explode into rich, glowing reds, oranges, yellows at every depth and brightness.
It’s the moment before everything begins to hunker down for the winter. I love it more than any other time of year.
A favourite of mine. It always makes me feel so peaceful, getting to witness nature work her magic turning summer into fall.
I came upon some photos I took last fall. I don’t remember the colours being so vibrant but wow, I’m glad I didn’t delete this folder without flipping through the files first. 🙂
…and then there’s the lake……
These all bring on a feeling of silence and peace; just the wind in the trees and the soft lapping water as the gentle tide pulls the waterline back from the land.
Here, I could stay forever. Aren’t photos incredible? The moment of the memory captured with the image. Pure magic.
This is a repost from last year but as I’m sitting here, lost in it, seeking the peace I felt the day I took it, I couldn’t help but share it again.
Life can overwhelm us so often. Sometimes things seem like they’re going well at 8 am on a Monday and by lunchtime, the entire world has shifted on its axis and you find you’ve lost your footing in places you didn’t even realize you had a strong grip. That’s the way things work for me, anyway. This photo; this moment; this peacefulness is where I return to when I lose my way. Coincidently, it’s the photo that almost everyone who comes into my office at work is instantly drawn to. So much so, I think I’ve gifted out at least 2 dozen digital copies. If this brings you any sort of solace, looking into and beyond the leaves and summer softness in this photo, please feel free to write me and I’ll email you a free, full-sized digital copy.
This is one I want to share with anyone who sees in it what I do.
A little digital magic makes the scene dance with light. Fun ways to spend a few minutes making something no one has ever seen.
I wish I could project my words this way, visual to anyone who wanted to see. Photos are another form of words I suppose. There is something wonderful about everyone being able to interpret what the see without my own thoughts and emotions clouding or guiding their own.
The sun was entirely against me on this one but I loved the shadowed effect that made the depth of field look almost 3D.
So beautiful – even if not perfect. That’s a good lesson to carry with you, always.
I constantly wonder why I am so drawn to things like this building. I will be sitting in the passenger seat of the truck, out on a weekend with the family, and I’ll see something like this building in the distance and my entire being calls me to stop, capture, analyze.
Sometimes I think it’s because I see beauty where others may not and I’m full of myself enough to think I can show what I see. Sometimes I rationalize that the state of the place makes me think they’ll tear it down sometime soon and that lack of permanence makes me want to capture it before it’s gone.
Things being there and then suddenly being gone; particularly when I least expect it, has always been a *thing* for me. People, family, places, memories; it messes with me to realize that nothing is forever and nothing is ever guaranteed.
If I could wrangle a promise out of the universe that things would just stay the same for a day, I would be willing to sacrifice quite a bit. Finding that balance in life is hard for me and for many others, I realize, so maybe I’m just making sure that these things; places; buildings that were once loved and called home to someone, are never totally relegated to the pile of dust and then empty space they will eventually become.
Like a memorial stone in a graveyard, my photos can keep something alive, in a way, that might vanish from the world at any moment. Once a few years pass and people move on, no one will even remember that this house once existed.
(It just dawned on me why I take photos of myself and save them, although I rarely share them with anyone. *chills*)
My husband travels quite a bit for work. He happened upon a stable one day as he drove to a job that was quite out-of-the-way and almost ditched his truck in excitement. (He’s amazing – always on the hunt for new photo material for me!)
This, my blog friends, is a Reindeer. He seemed to be the only male in the herd, so although I don’t know much of these guys and their family structure, it appears that one male gets to hang with all the ladies in his sizable herd.
I did a bit of research on these guys and I’m not sure if they are pregnant yet or just in the beginnings of the mating season. The male is in molt (the stuff hanging off his antlers in the first shot is what’s sluffed off so far) so I’m guessing mating or babies are soon to come.
It surprises me each time I encounter an animal that is not necessarily indigenous to the area we live in. It’s amazing to see how animals can adapt to their surroundings and thrive when assisted. I have a feeling these guys would overheat in the summer if it were not for the farmer who likely shears them like sheep to keep them cool.
The only thing that I disliked about this particular adventure was the fact that I got to spend time observing a herd of animals I’ve never seen in person before, but the entire backdrop for this photo shoot?
The moon has always been one of those things in nature that captivate me. I wondered as a child, how it could be possible to see the moon at night, but also at times through the day. As I grew and learned about how the universe works, it began to make sense from a physics point of view, however, I still find myself feeling a spark of excitement and wonder when I see the moon hovering in the middle of a daytime sky.
That moment; that spark of wonder; I think that’s something we are all missing out on. I’m going to spend time searching for the things that ignite my curiosity and spend more of the precious time I’ve been given in this life filling my soul with wonder and the beautiful world around me, rather than wading waist-deep in the muck through the synthetic reality society dictates.
I’m not saying this will change much of who I am, but it certainly can’t hurt now, can it?