Shadows
On the edge of a parking lot, about 25cm worth of snow.
On the edge of a parking lot, about 25cm worth of snow.
Seen last night while walking the empty streets.
The swamp by the side of the road.
In a silent forest of cedars, poplars and ancient granite, a void worthy of a fantastic fable.
While moving downhill on a trail.
When I originally edited my New Zealand trip galleries, the Milford Sound portion of the trip made for some difficult decision making. There were just too many amazing things to see in that corner of the country. This shot, taken from the boat, was left out of the original collection.
Ten years ago today, I returned from three weeks around New Zealand. I’ve posted most of the photos that I like from the trip, but revisiting the collection yielded a few more. This is an unmodified scan of a slide. The grain, the colours, the exposure — all as it was recorded when I pulled off the road to take this picture.
On the Bruce Trail near Wiarton.
Hiking the Bruce Trail near Big Bay.
An opening along the trail above Harper’s Ferry.
Where in 1862, the Union Army hunkered down for its eventual battle with the Confederates.
The amazing forest of the Niagara Escarpment, along the Bruce Trail, northeast of Owen Sound.
Along the Bruce Trail, northwest of Owen Sound.
Quiet surf against the flat rocks of Georgian Bay.
Near the entrance to the park, this tunnel marks the beginning of the trail that leads to the first overlook of the falls.
After the last several posts from Toronto, the opposite of the city. Looking north on Georgian Bay.
A long exposure of a group of falls on the Argentina side, processed to look like vintage wet-plate photo chemistry.
Nearing the end of the trail on the Brazil side of the falls, a glimpse behind the water. This perspective is from the top left corner of the Devil’s Throat photo.
The roar. The spray. The sheer power of nature on stark display. Heading into those falls, it didn’t take long to be very glad I put the camera into a dry bag just after this shot.
On the Brazilian side, looking up the “Devil’s Throat” toward the mouth of the falls, with Argentina on the right. These shots had to be taken quickly because of the extraordinary amount of spray coming from nearly all sides.