Astotin Lake Sunset

Astotin Lake at Elk Island National Park  in Alberta (approximately 45 minutes east of Edmonton) on the last night of my annual camping adventure with my parents…

Elk Island Sunset

We saw a lot of wildlife while we were in Jasper National Park (I’ll share pics in upcoming posts), but the best sunset of the trip was at Elk Island.  It’s just a pretty lake, and just might be one of my favourite places to photograph at sunset.  Beware, the bugs are bad, though! I got quite a few mosquito bites (and when we camped there for a night in July 2012, the mosquitoes were equally as bad).  I had to edit out little bug specks in all these photos!

Elk Island Sunset 2

Because I can’t resist a good quote or poem, here’s a poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay:

Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

And from one of my all-time favourite movies, the Outsiders (of course, originally from the book by S.E. Hinton…the summer I was 11 I’m sure I watched the movie 10 times on HBO…Rob Lowe, Tom Cruise, Patrick Swayze, Matt Dillon, Emilio Estevez, Ralph Macchio…I was in pre-teen heaven!) this quote:

I’ve been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it, he meant you’re gold when you’re a kid, like green. When you’re a kid everything’s new, dawn. It’s just when you get used to everything that it’s day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That’s gold. Keep that way, it’s a good way to be.

Elk Island Sunset 3

 

 

 

frosted window

Just a few pretty frost pics for my first post of the year…

frosted window

Frost on the window in the spare bedroom at my brother and sister-in-law’s on Sunday morning.

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The Road Not Taken

I realized as I was going through my photo library today that I like to take pictures of roads. One of my favourite poems is The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. So, today’s post is a combination of two of my favourite things (and yes, the last picture is not of a road, but it was quite the journey to get to that view).

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Field near Lumsden, Saskatchewan, August 2013

Field near Lumsden, Saskatchewan, August 2013

Road to Hana, Maui, March 2011

Road to Hana, Maui, March 2011

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
Castle Butte, Southern Saskatchewan, August 2013

Castle Butte, Southern Saskatchewan, August 2013

Gravel road near Eastend, Saskatchewan, July 2013

Gravel road near Eastend, Saskatchewan, July 2013

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
View from Bald Butte, Cypress Hills, July 2013

View from Bald Butte, Cypress Hills, July 2013

Roada to Mount Edith Cavell, Jasper, Alberta, July 2012

Road to Mount Edith Cavell, Jasper, Alberta, July 2012

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
On a zodiac, somewhere off the coast of British Columbia, June 2013

On a zodiac, somewhere off the coast of British Columbia, June 2013