Today I got flowers. And not any ordinary flowers, no. They don’t smell good; their petals aren’t silky smooth; and they certainly won’t die.
These flowers are made of nails and a nut and a metal washer, but they’re still my favorite kind of flowers, they’re still daisies. And they were made just for me.
One of my passions of days gone by was photography. It took up a lot of my life for quite some time, but somewhere along the lines, I somehow lost that passion. Can’t quite pinpoint when or why, though. Have been thinking lately that maybe it’s time to look for it. And maybe I’ll share that with you, dear internet.
These aren’t photos I’ve taken recently, but rather some of my favorites from the past. I’ve been yearning lately for the season of camping and hiking and playing on lakes; it’s so close, but still not quite here in our neck of the woods (I can barely bring myself to say out loud the fact that it … snowed… a bit today).
So these photos serve two purposes for me, both with the theme of sharing my passions: 1. for photography – perhaps motivation to get my groove back; 2. for the outdoors, and all the adventures that are waiting for me, just around the corner.
My dog, enjoying the sunset at a local popular fishing hole.
Paddling out at dusk.
Smiling to the sun – at Grizzly Den Provincial Park.
The lone flyfisherman.
Today we went for a drive in the bush. Although some might call this “redneck,” this is a typically northern activity and it’s by far one of my favorite things to do on a weekend. We grab a couple rifles, pack a couple sandwiches, and drive on to check out the back roads near Prince George.
We headed out on the Blackwater Road and found some beautiful spots. The sun was shining, the wind was warm and there was no one to be found for miles. At one point today, I stood on a hill, with the wind blowing my hair and the sun shining on my face, and it was like I was being filled with the energy to keep going in life. I soaked it up. That’s my kind of afternoon.
We saw two black bears, fresh from hibernation; a few grouse mamas protecting their babies; the usual squirrels; and a couple bald headed eagles. We also came very close from rolling our truck in the ditch, thanks to a caravan of apparently blind treeplanters (likely kids from the lower mainland who don’t know how to maneuver big trucks on back roads, but nonetheless extremely aggravating). Regardless of bad back roads drivers, we had a nice, relaxing day… so much so, that we might do it again tomorrow.
I won’t share the name of this lake. It’s not far from town but there aren’t any cabins on it, and it belongs to a secret fantasy that we own it. It’s our secret spot of serenity.
Just in case you weren’t sure what you were seeing.
Damn beaver dam.
Back road colours.