Summer Has Ended, Even in the Window.

Summer has ended, even in the window. Slowly the artificial lights, which are more yellow and red, seem to be the predominant colour. Some plants dies away, no matter how much light we give them. Other seem to stop for the next three months and just wait things out. Some plants seem to be unaffected. Lately I am looking more and more towards small images to take here in the studio.

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.

In the Forest, On the Mountain Slope, in the Shadows.

The fort at the Edge of the Forest.

This fort has stood at the edge of the forest, now for over three years. 20 feet in one direction, new homes. 20 feet in the other, bears.

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.

Near the Beaver Lodge.

The woodland pathway as spring approaches.

After a few days in the Arizona desert I came home and went back to the woodlands with my camera. There I found a complexity I welcomes like an old friend.

Also at the winter fence.

Back this week to another section of the pathway that is created by cutting down the shrubs and undergrowth next to the fence that protects the nature reserve, this tree, a willow, grows along the road, drinking water from the runoff. It seems like an old friend.

A Walk Through the Cranberry Farms and Marshland.

These images are from a short project I have been working on during a break in the rain. These paths seem endless, with walkways across the cranberry fields, through the marshlands and then by the river. Some are wide open walkways, some roads and then, suddenly you can be bending over to make your way through an archway of winter-bent tree branches. Eagles, floatplanes and clouds pass by endlessly. There is a rumble of explosions from quarries in the mountains echoing back and forth across the valley. Remnants of last season’s berry crop, bright red, break through where there was snow and ice a few days before.

"OAK" A construction site in BC, Canada.

I’m spending much of my time editing garden and woodland photos and while doing that taking a break to do more industrial based images.