The Silence In Between

It looks so quiet here at this wide natural part of the river.
But the silence here has interruptions.
There is often intermittent popping of gunfire from the nearby rifle range and this makes the silent pauses in between more distinct, more remarkably still.
It’s as though the landscape holds its breath.
It seems if you spend enough time here, those sounds somehow become part of the wide space. The haphazard rhythm its own sort of meditation.
How can this be?







Shirley’s Bay, Ottawa River

All images © Karen McRae, 2012

Sand Dances

I‘m not sure how long I was here looking at the delicate trails (snails or other invertebrates?) in the sand around my feet before I realized someone had come to join me…






From one the last few days of September.

All images © Karen McRae, 2012

Reflecting on Repetition

There’s something about blues and browns together…


These images are all of the same kind of seed heads I have been exploring in the previous 2 posts, but in the following 2 images (sepia tones) I am looking at them in a different way.

These 2 are mirror reflections, and it seems to me the feathers are flying here. I hesitate to say too much about how I interpret these, but in the process of abstracting them further, they have made more unexpected transformations. This is what keeps me coming back and looking at the same things in different ways, and in different light.

You don’t always know what will grow from a tiny seed.



All images © Karen McRae, 2012