It seems like winter, snow, ice and shovelling are the foremost of our thoughts right now. That’s what a few months of low light and low temperatures do to a person. While I have refrained from posting “Winter wonderland” and “Look how beautiful the snow is” – type of blogs this season, I do feel the need to post something a bit more colourful.
As if to underline the absence of the mentioned subjects.
As many know by now, we were in Ukraine a few months ago. While many people were already boiling with anger against the government, none of that transpired in the streets. The mood of the city seemed to be quiet.
However, when I look back now, something was off. Despite the nice weather, sunshine and bright autumn colours, something was “off”.
Take me home…. We know the song, but do we know that road? Having lived all over the world, I can only say one thing: those roads always lead to where the heart is. Home.
But sometimes, those roads don’t look as if they want to take you home…
Have you ever wondered where you had taken that picture, with that specific view on it? And have you never found that place again? Well, it happens often like that. Sometimes photo collections resemble those old shoeboxes full of 4x6 pictures. None of them with any mark on it as to where or when they were taken.
Nice pictures, in general, but useless for an archival system. Maybe we don’t archive all our images, but the ones we keep are for memories. And memories need some pinpointing as to where the memory was taken in the first place.
After a good tip of one of my fellow photographers, I decided to go and find the Great Grey Owl in its natural habitat. I had already been looking in the Great Grey Owl reserve near Pinawa, and came up with nothing.
As it turns out, this year the owls are snubbing the reserve and prefer to go hunt near the road a bit north of Winnipeg. Good for me, I started to get tired of the road to Pinawa.