A beautiful, cool dawn on Bancroft’s Marble Lake. The mist swirls gently on the water’s surface, as the sun rises behind a low ridge. A pattern repeated throughout the summer, each time, slightly different.
In the distance, Blue Jays screech high in the trees and the world awakens as the sunlight reaches further every minute. A new day begins.
“Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern.” ― Oscar Wilde
This is the same view I posted yesterday but fourteen hours later. I have now returned home from a four day escape to the wilds of northeastern Ontario. I spent the time walking the trails, sitting on moss covered boulders, enjoying sunrises and sunsets, and simply drinking in my surroundings.
It’s been a spectacular November, with temperatures in the mid teens (fifties for my American friends). Each day was bright and sunny with shifting breezes. Each day ended with a lovely sunset and this particular day dawned a mix of lazy pinks and blues amid a high cloud deck, which soon dissipated.
Needless to say, I will be posting more photos of my ‘retreat’ and some thoughts about teh thing I experienced during this time.
iPhone 5s back camera @ 4.2mm 1/60 sec; f/2.2; ISO 32
“Dawn was breaking over the horizon, shell pink and faintly gold…”
― J.K. Rowling
Today, I move away from flowers and a brief view of my morning.
I woke up to a slight orange glow through the camper window and the cry of a loon on the lake. The quintessential Northern Ontario experience. I grabbing my gear, I headed down to the dock.
Mist danced over the water’s surface, barely a ripple disturbed the surface, and birds greeted the morning, as the moon hung high among pale pink and orange clouds, in the rapidly brightening sky.
I tried to capture this moment, which lasted mere minutes in several compositions, my favourite, which I include here.