My long slow run this past weekend was along my usual route so I didn't expect to take many photos. After all, beautiful as it is, how many pictures do I need of Peace Park?
I couldn't have been more wrong. Upon leaving the house, I was almost immediately struck by this view upriver towards town. The grey skies and dim light made it appear virtually colourless. How was that possible?
Over the next three hours, I stopped often to take another thirty or so photographs. The skies stayed grey throughout and I ran the second half of my route through a soft snowfall that added another layer to the snow already heavy on the trees.
A shot taken across the river from our house (peaking out of the trees on the right) also contains a few bits of subtle colour - the soft yellow of our neighbours house, a dull red buoy marking the channel, sunshine reflecting on the water.
I like this image from Peace Park. At first glance, it looks as if the trees are lit by sunlight throwing shadows on the ground. However, the skies were completely cloud-covered at this point. The "sunlight" is snow clinging to bark and the "shadows" are bare patches of earth.
As grey as the day was, I enjoyed my long run and was glad to be able to capture this series of images.
For comparison, below is a shot I took the next day when sun shone brightly through the old pines behind our house. Isn't it miraculous how the world can look so different from one day to the next - literally and figuratively?