Living where I do, even though it’s Canada, there is seldom any local snow. When this light dusting dropped I rushed out to several sights to gather images.
Along the creek that follows the pipeline.
I have been following the oil pipeline that cris-crosses Vancouver. Often this path follows creeks, and at other times footpaths through the woodlands. Three separate series are currently addressing how what appears to be magical wilderness is only a step away from a pollution disaster, and often hides Canada’s contribution to global warming.
A greenhouse on top of the ridge.
A fallen tree.
When I first saw this I was startled. Too much science fiction I guess.
A small garden at the edge of the ravine.
Steam from the oil pipeline in the forest
Green light in the forest.
The light breaks through the forest canopy here and there with a rush of green light. I’m back in the forest now that the leaves are almost gone to look at the structure of the trees.
