

Just cold enough for the morning fog to arrange shattery fringes on winter flowers.
Still, there are meager promises of spring, promises that are easily withdrawn.
© Karen McRae, 2013




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
A day, lit differently, than the last.






Photographs of surface reflections on moving water from the series Surface, Submerge.
© Karen McRae, 2013
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
These are the delicate details of frost growth on a window. It has since warmed up here significantly and these icy apparitions have now vapourized but when I look at these images I find they are suggestive of elaborate gardens and graceful trees, Chinese landscape paintings and dragons.







© Karen McRae, 2013