Rick, it was wonderful to hear your voice as I read along side. And alongside, I felt your disappointment at the loss of two locations you had hoped to capture for yourself. I don’t understand why grand buildings of times gone by must be removed, torn down, demolished but they are. As you have shown here today.
I love old buildings as they are the keepers of stories imagined and real. I grew up on the farm where my Dad was hired as a farm hand. So in my mind’s eye, I can still see Laura’s barn, and the hay bails riding up the slope to the opening of the loft. Can you believe it, my brother and I would jump from that hayloft and down onto somewhat soft piles of hay that lay waiting. The rathional adult in me thinks that I am darned lucky to have not landed on a pitch fork or something equally dangerous.
Your work is wonderful and I’m glad to have taken the time to listen to your voice. I’m inspired now. And again. I hope I can find some renewed motivation now to get out there and show you some of the old relics and things that are a stone throw away from where we live. By the mighty muddy Fraser River on the Delta in BC. Coast Salish Land.
Are those trees Aspen? If not, they must be close cousins!
I love both the closeup in your first one that shows the brilliant color, but the 2nd one with the trees reflecting in the lake was my favorite. Very light fog, but beautiful reflection!
What a loss that cricket pavilion is! So pleased you kept going despite the setbacks and you got some lovely reflections and autumn colour.
Thank you Dave.
Never miss a good opportunity. Too bad you could not get those shots anymore. Those were great subjects in a foggy landscape
I’ve only myself to blame. I’d completely forgotten about them until recently.
No plan survives contact with the enemy, Rick. It's just that we don't always know who the enemy is!
Very true 🙂
Rick, it was wonderful to hear your voice as I read along side. And alongside, I felt your disappointment at the loss of two locations you had hoped to capture for yourself. I don’t understand why grand buildings of times gone by must be removed, torn down, demolished but they are. As you have shown here today.
I love old buildings as they are the keepers of stories imagined and real. I grew up on the farm where my Dad was hired as a farm hand. So in my mind’s eye, I can still see Laura’s barn, and the hay bails riding up the slope to the opening of the loft. Can you believe it, my brother and I would jump from that hayloft and down onto somewhat soft piles of hay that lay waiting. The rathional adult in me thinks that I am darned lucky to have not landed on a pitch fork or something equally dangerous.
Your work is wonderful and I’m glad to have taken the time to listen to your voice. I’m inspired now. And again. I hope I can find some renewed motivation now to get out there and show you some of the old relics and things that are a stone throw away from where we live. By the mighty muddy Fraser River on the Delta in BC. Coast Salish Land.
Are those trees Aspen? If not, they must be close cousins!
I love both the closeup in your first one that shows the brilliant color, but the 2nd one with the trees reflecting in the lake was my favorite. Very light fog, but beautiful reflection!