This is my contribution to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Basically One Colour or Hue.
I thought about some of my visits to the Colpoy’s Bay shoreline for the sunrise. That got me thinking about the blue hour and golden hour.
A sixty second exposure during the blue hour.
A section of a sunrise isolated with a telephoto lens during the golden hour.
The new A Photo a Week Challenge is Ice, Ice Baby, a prompt that I have rather a lot of options for.
I decided to go with two photos, the earliest photo of ice in my archives and the most recent.
Ice on the water in a wheel rut in a field gateway. Taken in the mid 1970s the lines in the ice caught my eye and made me think of contour lines on a map. Photographed a few hundred yards from my childhood home. I suspect that it was taken with the first serious camera I brought, a Russian made Zenit E.
An ice sculpture formed by waves splashing on the branches of a bush on the Colpoy’s Bay shoreline. Taken a few weeks ago when I was down at the Colpoy’s Bay shoreline for the sunrise. Taken with my most recent camera, the small and light Sony a6000 with one of my DSLR lenses adapted to fit it.
This is my contribution to the One Word Sunday challenge Layered.
Layered field stone used to make a retaining wall on the South Bruce Peninsula, Ontario, Canada.
This is my contribution to the Weekly Prompts Photo Challenge: Crystal.
I had a couple of ideas for the challenge until heading down to the Colpoy’s Bay shoreline for the sunrise on Sunday morning. I found a bush on the shoreline with some interesting ice formations on it.
I spent more time photographing the ice formations than I did the sunrise. The ice formations are created by waves splashing on the bush and freezing.
Here I started isolating interesting sections with a telephoto lens.
This is a common sight in this part of Ontario in the summer and autumn, a fire in a fire pit. In this case the pit is an old wheel rim in a back yard.
People sit around their fire pits in the evening. The theory being that the smoke helps keep the mosquitoes away. Although they always manage to find me regardless of the smoke.
Posted as my contribution to One Word Sunday: Fire.