It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. ”
Every winter, I walk by frozen Wascana Creek, and think wouldn’t it be awesome if it was turned into a skating rink!
Celebrate endings, for they precede new beginnings.
…and cheers to a fresh start in 2018…my only New Year’s resolution is to take more pictures!
A collection of scenes and things that captured my interest in the month of July…
flock of pelicans over Wascana Park
at Claybank Brick Plant, lots of cool things to photograph here…
I was a safe distance away….it didn’t want to move. It was also 35 degrees celsius that day and there was no shade in sight. Its family was laying in the grass on the other side of the road.
a roof in a field?
summer night in the city, watching the sky
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.
Claybank Brick Plant National Historic Site, near Regina, SK
Between 9am and midnight on Saturday, I spent a total of about an hour inside. That is a perfect summer day in my books. We are in the midst of a heatwave here (a thunderstorm with a good soaking rain would be most welcome). It’s the kind of heat that soaks into your bones, and forces you to move at a slower pace.
And find shade….
Or just bask in the sun for awhile..
In the evening, the Saskatchewan Roughriders played their second game in brand new Mosaic Stadium. Night games are my favourite (this pic is actually from last Saturday’s Canada Day game). A win, too!
Everyone left the stadium under a spectacular full moon. I was anxious to get home and try to get some pics. Since I’ve been so busy at work, I haven’t really picked up a camera as much as I’d like to. It was eerily quiet and peaceful at midnight considering it was a Saturday night and I wandered down the street trying to find a good vantage point. It’s been awhile since I had that feeling of it’s just me and my camera and the subject I’m trying to photograph.
It was a good day.
There is something haunting in the light of the moon – Joseph Conrad