We all dream of a place like this. A place where all the birds come together in front of your lens and stay there long enough for you to take great pictures. I have found such a place. Or better said, I was introduced to the owner of the place, as it is on private property.
The owner’s name is Joe. He has been feeding the birds for a long time already and all of them know when Joe is around, food is not far behind. Photographing the birds is a piece of cake over there. The birds will first check out if those five-legged creatures are not harmful.
We’ve all had it, that feeling of nothing to shoot, nothing to be seen and nothing to show for it. Same for me, until a friend in the MFF came up with the idea of going on the ice and shoot the warming huts. The warming huts is a traditional presentation of shelters where frozen skaters can warm up their bones (and other parts) before continuing on their skating journey.
The huts on the ice were not very warming, an alarming evolution that started a few years ago with huts that cooled you more than the driving wind on the ice.
What happens when you want to leave on weekend and the forecast is filled with snow, snow and some more snow?
That’s right, in Canada you still leave on weekend! The question arose a few weeks ago when we wanted to get away from everything and recharge our batteries a bit.
At first you’d think that driving in the snow is the very last thing you’d want to do when leaving on weekend. Well, finally it was not so bad, a few surprises here and there made for an interesting trip.
Gone south has a pretty negative meaning, at least in my dictionary. It means being completely lost and gone without notice. The past weekend was more in the sense of “gone north” literally and figuratively. When one is nearly at the breaking point it is usually better to go somewhere and disconnect.
Now I am not ready to do anything irrational, rest assured. But being tired in a general sense is definitely applicable to me. So this weekend was a long weekend for my wife and for me.
So here we are again: skies to be admired and often simply ignored. When I take pictures seemingly without a subject, people that accompany me usually shake their heads and start thinking about ordering the white truck with the men in white robes.
For me, it is completely different. I think they should be pushed into that truck, for ignoring that beauty that is above us.
This weekend we went out to Lake Winnipeg. By –7C that should be a pleasure. By now Lake Winnipeg is frozen shut and only the deepest parts still have water underneath. That would be a great place to fish, if you can get an auger long enough to pierce that ice.
The place to get on the ice with your car is in Gimli Harbour, the ramp for the boats is also usable for truck and cars.
Wow! The last few weeks or months have been exhausting. Between personal issues and the work, one can only take so much before crumbling. Now I haven’t crumbled just yet, but sometimes I can see the signs of it. Forgetting appointments, forgetting papers, forgetting to renew my driver’s license… All of those are signs that the battery level is now on low.
That is definitely NOT where I need to be at the moment. The work pressure is not going to relinquish anytime soon, personal problems are not going away but can be subdued a little. So I needed to find a different way to recharge my batteries.
Sure, there are a lot of firsts in the beginning of a new year. Meh. This was the first outing of the year to The Forks. I haven’t been out shooting for way too long, leaving me also with a lack of pictures to post here on my blog. Going out with a few friends of the Manitoba Foto Friends was a welcome change in this grey monotony.
The Forks can still show some unexpected places, even if you have been there a multitude of times.