The Coquitlam River is just 30 minutes from my house. On one side of the river re the mountains, and on the other is a large bog. Most of the area is flat, but small pathways of dirt criss-cross the bog, until finally it meets the cranberry fields were everything becomes uniform. Looking out from behind the brush it doesn’t seem possible there could be any order out there.
Near the Coquitlam River, overlooking the bog and mountains.
Near The Wire Fence in the Forest.
There is a wire fence in the forest, I suppose it is to keep you away from the edge of the river, and away from the protected areas of the forest. Here the light barely comes through. Still, things grow, sometimes smaller and slower than you would expect. But they grow.
A photo from the garden this morning.
The light shines through the plastic greenhouses and seems so unreal. Late summer and the plants have stopped paying attention to the gardener’s instructions and gone where they will. As they make this last effort at growth at the same time they begin to falter and die. The colours change and the snails and other small creatures begin to make their way through them. A smell start to permeate the garden from edge to edge.Green turns to yellow.
In the Rain Forest Along the Capilano River.
I walk through the forests to find these places where there is chaos, but somewhere a glimmer of oder comes through. That’s it, I just want a touch of order.
The fort at the Edge of the Forest.
Along the Side of the Road in the Cranberry Fields.
The cranberry fields in British Columbia are controlled by pumps and dams, moving water around the fields throughout the year. Often, between the road and the fields talk grasses and bushes grow, taking advantage of the water meant for the cranberries, but also providing protection from the winds.
Driving North from the Salton Sea.
Looking towards Hollywood.
On a long road trip from Canada to the end of California. Several well known sites from perspectives other than the usual.
A walk in the garden in the rain in the early spring.
Today the light rain sometimes blurred into “showers.” Alexa said, when she told me the weather, “Don’t let the rain get you down.” Early spring, Sunday, but no gardeners because of the rain. My feet got wet, but the colours and haze kept me walking forward to see what else there was to see. A pain of red gloves, and a worktable of some sort in the woodlands behind the garden. I wanted to stay but my wet feet wanted to go home.
In Praise of Shadows
In Praise of Shadows is a small selection of images from my newest photo project.
Read moreThe flooded pathway in the woodlands.
On the drive to Yakima.
On the drive through Washington State, heading for Yakima, we passed by many blue houses which blended in with the skies.
Winter morning in the garden.
The Winter Fence 1
During the winter the city of Richmond decided to cut down wild brush that had overgrown a pathway on Iona Island, where the city airport is located. It seems that some areas were uncovered that for years could not be approached because of the Himalayan Blackberry bushes, an invasive plant the forms an absolutely impenetrable wall. The fence that protected the woodlands was finally revealed. Still the area looks like some massive environmental upheaval took place.
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