In the early morning rain.

I woke realising it was raining still, and it was early. I had passed by this little street that oddly enters a public park and abruptly ends. The light bluish paint on the last garage was waiting for the right light, and I knew it would come. Only 30 mins, there and back, but I am oddly happy with the image. It seems to say something quiet about summer, and early morning rain.

In the Forest at Sunrise.

Early this morning, right at day break, I returned to the small woodland at the delta of the Fraser River on the Pacific Coast. Some trees had recently fallen from the parameter of the woodland and light was streaming in where I have never seen it. Where five years ago there had been a Sturt of growth of vines and seedlings, all of those were gone. They had dried out, and crumbled to the ground. I wonder what happened then that brought about a change inside the dark forest, and why it has stopped.

The Studio Window in the Early Evening

The studio window, early evening. The light, in late July, already changing. The plants still growing relentlessly.

House with Roses, Vancouver.

Looking Over My Shoulder.

I’ve been writing out my thoughts concerning the photographic process I use on my Substack Page. Please take a look, and subscribe…for free…if you’d like to follow what I write, or enter the conversation. https://jimroche.substack.com. This latest note is about looking back to see things from a different perspective while walking. Seems simple enough, but we need to do it more.

The Bird Sanctuary Along the Pacific Coast, British Columbia.

The bird sanctuary along the British Columbia coast fluctuates between natural setting and growth and very organised and controlled growth. It’s appearance is deceptive, less than an inch below the soil is just crushed rocks and sand. A big storm could wash it all away overnight.

The Summer's Growth Reaches Into the Pathway.

A Small Space in the Garden.

Near the Beaver Lodge.

A Towel by a Tree in the Bog

Along the Pacific Coast Highway, near Orange, CA.

What seems like an impenetrable wall of undergrowth.

A Small Landscape Through the Motel Window.

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.