I am often fascinated by the views out of motels, especially the back windows. Often they are drastically different from the main entrance view. Here there is a complexity of patterns that hold it together, with colouring that is quiet and lightly visible. North of Tonopah, NV.
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.
The Forest Next to the Highway
A pathway runs along the highway, just behind a break of trees, allowing light to flow in from reflections on the road, stones and water.
The Wooden Path.
This past weekend we stopped at a small lake side rest stop and walked along an old wooden pathway that follows the main highway to the mountains along the BC coast.(You can see the old wooden pathway in the last image.) Around the path trees grow out from the fallen boulders and seem to spring from nowhere, making them seem to be part of a stage set.. The light coming from the direction of the highway casts a wonderful shadow of the woodlands against the large broken rocks. Nothing seems real here, it seems more like a dream of such a place rather than the place itself.
In Praise of Shadows
In Praise of Shadows is a small selection of images from my newest photo project.
Read moreA New Tree
I went back to the garden today where I have been working on a project for nearly 4 years. I thought it was done until I saw this tree.
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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.