We took a family road trip last weekend to the place Dayne and I first fell in love. Colt had asked to see it; the child has a romantic soul like I’ve never seen in one so young (never mind disabled!). It was a magical day, lovely spring sun and we had a great time remembering and sharing memories with Colt, who was still years from being on this planet, a concept he struggles to understand. I mean, how can the world exist before you’re even in it?! It’s a question that’s hard to answer without scaring the shit out of you 12 year old autistic son who has just had his first brush with death (and he didn’t even remember ever meeting his grandfather).
It was lovely though. All those memories that chained into a string of more and more until Colt tuned out completely and Dayne and I sat and marvelled at all the years and tears that we have passed together. Such experience. So much growth. Love too. Now stronger than I ever imagined one could feel. Kinda neat…. being able to capture some of that in image. ❤
The first image I took caught me because of the transition between the frozen water, the melting water and the flowing water running over the rocks. The reflection in the first was so clear it confused me for a moment.
Then I realized how lovely the cascade really was, broken, splintered trees dragged down stream and all.
And then deep inside, the colours got me; the transparency. Frozen to flowing all within three feet..
I loved the way this mass of dried scrub reached and touched it’s own reflection on the water’s surface.
I took a walk yesterday in the cedar swampland close to me because it was SO beautiful outside. The skies were blue in a way that just nothing else can be and the trees cast long, barren shadows over the leaf litter. I could have stayed forever. The follow set of photos are from this walk, all taken on my new Canon.