photos from the past 40 years
This is my contribution to day 19 of Becky’s October Squares: Lines photo challenge.
Lines of cloud, a horizon line and reeds forming lines. A frozen section of marsh at Little Quill Lake, Saskatchewan, Canada in the winter.
For anyone wondering if it was -40° Celsius or Fahrenheit it was both as they are the same at -40.
This is my contribution to the Friendly Friday Photo Challenge: Remote.
My first thought was of some of the remote spots I visited when living in Saskatchewan, Canada in late 1990s. I once had the passenger side front wheel of my truck disappear into a hole at a water level control connecting Little Quill Lake and Middle Quill Lake. It was at the end of several miles of rough track that stopped at the water control point. I had to pile rocks in the back of the truck to get the rear wheel on the ground and the front wheel out of the hole.
Another time at a section of Little Quill Lake I managed to lock my keys in the truck and had to break into it with an old piece of barbed wire that I had stripped the barbs off.
Here’s a photo of a sunset over a marsh at Little Quill Lake. It was winter so I was probably the only person within 10 miles and it was -40° at the time.
A contribution to Becky’s July Squares: Blue photo challenge.
Just in case anyone is wondering if that’s -40° Celsius or Fahrenheit, it’s both. When you get down to -40° it’s the same.
I picked this shot because this part of Ontario is under a heat warning with temperatures in the 30s with the humidity making it feel like the 40s.
A frozen section of marsh at dusk. Part of Little Quill Lake, Saskatchewan, Canada.
Having been posting photos of birds in Ontario recently I thought it was time I posted something from Saskatchewan.
Now that summer has arrived here’s a photo of a Willet in breeding plumage wandering around a marsh looking for something to eat. Taken from a vehicle window using a bean bag to rest the lens on.
Silence weekly photo challenge.
At -40°C the only sound was an occasional Snow Bunting flying past me to roost in a reed bed and some creaks and groans from the ice.
