This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge, Muse, poses a simple enough challenge, “So what’s your muse — what subject do you turn to frequently, more inspired each time?”
Category: Creation Tales
WordPress Photo Challenge: ROY G. BIV
It began with a drive down the Sea-to-Sky Highway, returning to Vancouver from Whistler. While still in the mountains, I shot The Tantalus Range from Cheakamus Canyon, just off the highway. Further along, after passing through Squamish, the light was pretty awesome all along Howe Sound, so I pulled off at Britannia Beach by the old Customs House to look for some landscape/seascape photo opportunities. I may yet get a few images out of that, but it wasn’t until I was on my way back to the car, ready to head off, that I noticed the sailboat. The sailboat is where this story begins.
Hummingbird
Like hummingbirds
Carrying thimblefuls of water
To extinguish a bonfire
The Gateway
I sit beside the pool
Camera on tripod
Watching the light change
From sunset, to dusk, to night
Camera on tripod
Watching the light change
From sunset, to dusk, to night
On a calm, breezeless evening
Not even a shimmer on the reflecting pond
My mind drifts
With the passing of time
The last place in Oklahoma
“I could go for something cold and wet.”
Sometimes you’re travelling along, lost in your own thoughts alongside your travel mate, also lost in their own thoughts. You’ve gone for a while without realising your thirst, and you go a while further before some remote possibility of quenching that thirst comes along on the road. Then, just before you can verbalize the emotions and needs, your travel mate, whom you believed was on some other mental voyage, anticipates your thoughts and says something like, “I could go for something cold and wet.”
In the silence between peaks
The snow-covered trees fall away on the rapidly declining slope. From above, they look like an architectural drawing, the contrast of white snow against the dark boughs of hemlock, fir and cedar. It occurs to me only now that each tree, from directly overhead, resembles an irregular snowflake. It’s a beauty I always marvel at, every time across. The trips with snow on the trees are always best.
An ode to Winter
I left the cabin at about 8AM, walked out to my car, bound for Whistler Mountain. It had snowed overnight. Not very much. No need to dig out the car. Just clear the windows, and I would be off. But, as I approached it I noticed the sign. How could I resist?
Missed opportunity?
On first glance, you may think the title is about a derelict gas station on some forlorn stretch of lonely desert highway.
You’d be wrong.
It’s about a photographer realising the shot he’ll never have another opportunity to shoot could have been so much better.
Beauty expressed for a different mind
Some cannot see the beauty
In a burned-out forest
So I find it for her
In a burned-out forest
So I find it for her
One Word Photo Challenge: Cloud 9 in 7th Heaven
Fabian and I broke away from the pack, all of whom wanted to ski an area of Blackcomb Mountain known as Crystal Ridge. We wanted powder, and figured the best place to find that was higher, into the grey storm shrouding the Glacier Express as it ascended above the tree line. Snow had been falling sporadically, heavily at times, but for the moment it had abated. There even seemed to be some potentials for breaks in the dense morning cloud cloaking the entire mountain.
So up we went.
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