Things To Love About February

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This view.

February holds a little bit of everything, even in its infancy. Snow (not enough), rain, freezing rain, warm temperatures, freezing cold temperatures. It is a month that throws itself to the wind and just goes with it.

All this ‘weathering’ has created a lovely kaleidoscope of shapes on this expansive part of river, the colours shifting with the light and clouds as they streak across the sky.

 

© Karen McRae, 2016

Waxwings

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Waxwings3I’ve been seeing glimpses of this flock for several days out my window. They rise and fall as swiftly and gracefully as snowflakes on the whim of the wind. Moving between evergreens heavy with pine cones, mountain ash trees laden with berries, and a huge silver birch with winter buds.  It seems each time I decide to go outside and watch them they are gone by the time I bundle up and lace up my boots. I’ve been sneaking shots through the window, but really, they are too fast for me.

© Karen McRae, 2016

Winter Nights

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WinterNight2They have only just begun, really. It was a few days ago that the snow finally decided to swing by and tuck in the plants and trees with a thick white blanket. I confess that I love it. What is more peaceful than a shrouded winter night? The snowflakes, relinquished from clouds, slipping by in whispers. Fresh snow for a fresh year.

Best wishes for this shiny new year

[Images made by using a pop of flash at the beginning of a long exposure and then a little camera movement during the exposure.]
© Karen McRae, 2016

Hanging Memories on Ribbons

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A couple of years ago around this same time of year I came across this small tree decorated with a few shiny baubles on gossamer ribbons. It was a season of snow and cold, which this year emphatically, is not. At least, not so far. This particular tree, I think, is planted in a public space in memory of someone and those ribbons and balls were most likely filled with warm thoughts and tender memories . It seemed such an intimate and lovely gesture in an unlikely space and at the time I thought the best way to photograph the scene was through camera movement. One small gesture for another.

© Karen McRae, 2015

Goose Down 2

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This is a reworking of an image from a couple of years ago. The graceful form of the bird struck me when I first came across it; the water was shifting the goose back and forth in a slow rhythmic motion and the submerged down looked so soft and painterly. I have layered the bird photograph with an image of cloud reflections on water and I think I like the inky blue that spills over to the delicate palisade of golden threaded flora. Now I am thinking about how I might translate this into a painting…

© Karen McRae, 2015
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It’s Still Autumn

In the infancy of December 2014 the air was very cold and the river was all frozen jagged edges – sculptural and almost colourless. It felt like deep winter. But there is no ice in this early December, no snow. Just gentle waves lapping the soft shoreline.

[click on an image to see the bigger picture – top images from this Dec, bottom images from last]

© Karen McRae, 2015

The Spirited Ones

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InandOutof-the-Hand11Tiny chickadees in and out of the hand. I feel these images may give a sense of the sensations; the whirr of the wings at your ear and the ever-so-gentle touching down on your fingertips. A quiet joy.

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At River’s Edge, end of day.

© Karen McRae, 2015