More from my recent trip to the west, these are reflections of the scenery around Canmore, Alberta as seen reflected in a pond.
I came across a place where a new high-voltage power line is going through beside an older line. They clear-cut a swampy area, leaving the clear section of water to reflect the existing tower.
Continuing on the theme of my last post, here is another reflection. I like the way it seems familiar and yet just a little unsettling. I remember reading somewhere that this is the basis of all great horror stories. Hmmmm… maybe I should have posted this one for Halloween?
Something about this scene caught my eye and made me stop for another look. Reflected in a parking lot puddle in Glen Williams.
There was a bit of fog hanging in the valleys and some amazing cloud overhead. I went out with my camera to see what the combination would bring me. I ended up wandering eastwards from Orangeville along Highway 9 towards the Holland Marsh.
I was in Guelph earlier today and as I drove by the downtown core, the remains of an old stone facade caught my eye. It was down an embankment, near the river. Parking nearby I stumbled upon (literally) a nice little walking trail that followed the river and a rail line. An unused rail bridge created some interesting shadows.
A little further along, the sun found a hole through the riverside tree cover to spotlight a small window into the river against a reflection of the old mill on the opposite bank.
I thought I’d take a brief break from the “Towering Hope” series and show you this little gem I found yesterday. Can`t you just picture yourself living here?
Over the past couple of months I have pulled together a small group interested in making some creative photos. With people in them. What’s the big deal with “people” you ask? Well, all my experience has been with rather inanimate scenery… waiting for the light to be right and choosing how to frame the subject is about the extent of the creative options available to me. Putting my emotion into a shot in a way that you, the viewer can see, can be a struggle sometimes. But when I add a person to the shot, all of a sudden I seem to have dozens of creative variables to work with… something as small as a raised eyebrow can change the whole tone of a shot. What a challenge! Two of the group members are acting as my models, the third is make-up artist/theatrics coach. Two of these three ladies are also accomplished photographers in their own right. We envision producing a series of shots exploring an ongoing battle between the two ladies, in the vein of Betty vs Veronica (or perhaps Spy vs Spy for you MAD magazine fans). The opening shot in the series introduces the two models and raises the question whether we might be just looking at two faces of the same woman.
C’mon, admit it… you were a little surprised to see the words “art” and “Hamilton” in the same sentence, weren’t you?
I think it is a matter of how you look at things. I set aside any preconceived notions about the city and set out to find something artful about it. On the highway into town, I made a stop under the Skyway bridge.
This struck me as being an abstracted representation of the heavy industry visible just across the bay from here. (The mundane reality is that it is an inverted reflection of the Skyway bridge in the canal.)
With my affinity for all things rusted and eroded, it was a given that I would find some interesting things in the old industrial core.
Along the waterfront, there is a collection of tugboats painted in the cheery colours of a child’s toy.
The next photo is a more traditional view of Hamilton… old, industrial and worn… yet I am oddly attracted to this photo. Perhaps it is the juxtaposition of the seemingly misplaced advertising message in amongst the tanks and pipes of industry?
After dark, the lights of industry become a thing of beauty. On a surprisingly warm Friday evening, I was content to sit on the edge of the escarpment and take in the view spread out below.