The essence of a day etched by falling snow.
Similar to the previous post, these photographs are made using a slow shutter speed and camera movement, but with very different weather conditions and light.
© Karen McRae, 2013
landscape
Blurring the Lines
Sketching the landscape with photography. These photographs were made using a slow shutter speed and camera movement. Other than some minor level adjustments they are as the camera saw them.
Animate bar(k)odes: the data of the landscape.
© Karen McRae, 2013
listen
It’s not just what you see but also what you hear. This water moving in the cold of winter, it is not soundless. There is music here.
Photographs of surface reflections on moving water from the series Surface, Submerge.
© Karen McRae, 2013
All of these stories are true
and have not been embellished.
In the Winter, the stories change – they are as slithy as the surfaces that show them.
Photographs of surface reflections on moving water from the series Surface, Submerge.
© Karen McRae, 2013
Open Water
The ephemeral beauty of open water and very cold temperatures.
Water vapour rising and coating the nearby flora in thick frost.
Even the ice, struggling to form at the fringes, finds the air so cold it has coaxed downy feathers to grow on its surface for keeping warm.
Of course, there are more interesting and scientific explanations…here and here…
© Karen McRae, 2013
A Deep Breath of Winter
The water is restless in this part of the river. It pushes on all winter.
The ice tries to stretch over the surface like a cold blanket, but it cannot. The water persuades it to break apart, to keep moving.
The ice talks to the river with deep groans and quiet thuds. It rocks gently, waiting. An indolent heartbeat.
The river finds a crack, heaves a deep breath, and replies.
The river’s edge in -25c.
© Karen McRae, 2013
Winter Fog: The River
There has been quite a lot of painting happening here the last couple of months. Brushstrokes and thin layers, glazing and blending.
Trying to find the essence of a seascape in a slow build.
The subdued colours of a day with a low sky.
A sky that settles like a whisper in your cupped hands.
A world painted by fog.
This is not the sea but there is a sense of it here in this river. An essence. There was a sea here once. It has left pieces of itself behind.
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© Karen McRae, 2013
Winter Fog
A dense breath on the landscape.
© Karen McRae, 2013
At Six and Seven
fog. flight. and true fables.
© Karen McRae, 2013
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