This is the last week that I’ll be using my 365 project time to focus on our upcoming gallery show. I do still have quite a bit of work to get done (mounting the photos, laying out all of the labels, etc.), but it will get done behind the scenes. This weekend Elaine and I are focused on getting our files off to print. I don’t really want to share our photos now, as I want to save them for the gallery show. So instead, I thought I’d share some more pics of the country we love (taken on my iPhone because I somehow forgot my SLR). These were taken on my June solstice camping trip.
Usually I camp under the trees, but this time, I decided to camp on the river bank. There was a lovely view out my front door, and I could hear the water flowing beside me.
I woke up early Saturday morning, and decided to go for a hike up my favourite sunrise hill. Glimpsing the sun through the row of trees up on the hill is a moment of perfection.
Once at the top of sunrise hill, I wandered through a ravine. The cattle haven’t been in that part of the pasture yet, so the grass was tall and wavy, showing off the rolling hills in the best way possible.
That’s my brother Gordie’s farm off in the distance.
There were two cars in the ravine, both from around the same era. The nettles have taken the place of the engine, and it is slowly starting to blend into the surroundings.
There are lots of swallows living under the bridge, and as I was walking over, they gave me a flight show. Turn up your volume so you can hear them too.
It was so interesting watching the sun come up, how it slowly spread across the land. At this point, I was down the valley, over the river and on the other side, so the sun rays were just coming into frame.
The kids love fishing for minnows in the river… something I also spent a lot of time doing when I was a kid. I still do, once in a while.
I don’t have a picture of this scene, but take a moment and picture this. Once again, I was up early on Sunday morning, just sitting quietly on the river bank watching the view… the birds flying and water flowing by. Suddenly a coyote came into the scene on my right, crossed the river to the other side and checked it’s hunting spots all the way along the valley wall until he ran out of site on my far left. It was such an amazing moment because although we hear the coyotes howling all the time, and sometimes catch a glimpse of them, we don’t often see them running casually along.
It rained quite a bit on Sunday, but Roger was a happy camper in his duck suit. This is officially the cutest picture I took all weekend.
Out in the country, you can appreciate the drama in the skies so much more.