Sky reflected in water. The resulting patterns never fail to amaze me.
Sky reflected in water. The resulting patterns never fail to amaze me.
I was down in a little cove with my camera yesterday, when I noticed the rippled water creating interesting reflections. The constantly moving water meant every shot I took was unpredictable and unique. I chose this one because I thought it looked like someone had dropped ink in the water and then swirled it around.
A grove of trees all dressed up in their best spring green finery.
I happened to drive by the lake late Sunday afternoon, and stopped to take a few shots in the waning light.
The bulrushes are pretty ragged at this time of year.
Ripples warp and blur reflections of overhanging branches.
I went to the mainland this past weekend to attend a friend’s birthday party, which entailed getting up very early Friday morning to catch the first ferry off island. Normally when I take this ferry, I buy a cup of tea, find a seat in the most out-of-the-way corner, and hunker down for the two-hour journey. But this day, the pre-sunrise clouds were hanging low and misty over the islands, luring me out on deck to try to capture the mood of a winter morning in the Pacific Northwest. I added a little intentional camera blur to match the state of my half-awake brain.
A wild rose bush during the last snowfall.