The Colours Continue

Photos: October 15, 2016

Perfect reflections make for a beautiful start to a day. The sun-drenched hills glow; the sky promises another perfect fall day.



Wisps of mist dance on the water.



On our morning walk we watch the leaves pirouette down to the ground.

We spent the afternoon playing music with friends, sight-reading through Hasse, Schickhardt, Loeillet, Quantz... The delights of shared passion. Though I did sometimes gaze wistfully out the window at the autumn trees.



A late afternoon walk along the trail of the Parc Linéaire le Petit Train du Nord at Val David. Some odd sculptures were on display.



I prefer the natural sculptures - the forms the plants take as they dry up.



And more reflections - the lacy branches meet the plants at the edge of the water.

At the Summit

Photos: June 13, 2015

My walk yesterday took me to the top of Westmount Mountain (mountain being somewhat of a misnomer - according to this site it is 201 m or 659 ft high). Still it was a good climb. I've been wearing a fitbit for some time and find it does motivate me to walk more. The climb from where I live gave me about 50 flights of stairs.



I love all the things I notice when I walk. This section used to be a road for cars. It will slowly become part of the woods under a three year plan.



Reflections and shadows- things that are not there and yet we see them. Lots to muse about as I walk...

Parc-nature du Bois-de-l'Île-Bizard

A friend and I went out to Parc-nature du Bois-de-l'Île-Bizard. Part of the path is a boardwalk over a swamp. Each time we go out we see different wildlife. Last time we were lucky to see beaver. This time we were treated to watching a green heron, which didn't seem at all perturbed that we were very close by.




The air was still with perfect reflections.

Beaver have dammed the area creating swamps out of marshes. The result - dead trees that stand as testament to drier times. However, the water level was very low - there has been very little rain this summer.




The sun beat down. Turtles took advantage of the heat to bask on logs. There are two kinds of turtles in the park: snapping turtles and painted turtles.

Clouds, reflected in the water give a dreamy feeling to the pond - a bit of Monet painted by Mother Nature.



No beavers to be seen this time. We'll have to go back and see if they deign to let us see them.

Converging

Converging, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: September 22, 2011
I've photographed in this building before. There is something about the space that intrigues me. This time I was fascinated by the combination of reflections and the real. To me, there is a sense of movement.

City Introspection

City Introspection, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Buildings bounce off buildings - like a street of imitators. They wear each other's facades. Sometimes it is hard to know what is real and what is just a reflection.

Nature's Gallery

Painted Gold, originally uploaded by susanvg.

Slowly we glide through a living art gallery
the work of Mother Nature
Sky and sea seamlessly meeting
on the glassy waters
An impressionist painting by Monet

Sailing past the sculpture garden
with icy creations crafted by Henry Moore
Chiselled and smoothed into a myriad of forms
Constantly changing as they travel in the currents

A Japanese print hung behind the ship
The moon peered down on dark water
Ice floes instead of white caps
The sky painted with pastels

Now I know that Lauren Harris
Painted what I saw
Polished towers of ice
Sculpted by the ocean waters

The golden yellow sun
Drenched the hills on Devon Island
A surreal landscape by Dali
The moon hung overhead



The light paints this open canvas
With an Arctic palette
Ever changing
Ephemeral art of the moment.

Adventure Canada trip July 23 - Aug 2, 2010
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