Day into night at the Palouse Falls
Before visiting the Palouse for the first time this Easter, I was excited to see and photograph the rolling fields with their colours and patterns. While researching the location and mapping out places I wanted to visit, my friend Jack told me about the Palouse Falls and that became one of those spots. Jack and I traveled down to Washington and we both found it to be even better than imagined.
So much so that we went there twice during the four days we were away. Spending a few hours on separate afternoons there each time. It is a beautiful place to watch the day slowly go into night.
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In the Oak Creek Canyon along the West Fork Trail
I went for a hike in late afternoon along the West Fork Trail which starts a few miles north of Sedona. The trail follows Oak Creek as it runs against the contours of the steep Oak Creek Canyon walls. These steep walls keep the heat found in Sedona at this time of year at bay and I found it to be a really nice temperature for a walk. The trail itself is fairly level all the way up to the very last stretch so it was less a hike and more of a walk. The forest with patches of wildflowers, many types of lush trees, birdsong and chittering insects was very enjoyable. I spent a couple of hours on the trail, stopping to photograph a small outpost of butterflies, reflections of the scenery in pools formed in the shallows of slabs of red rock and everything else that caught my eye. I saw this beautiful overhang of rock drawing the eye out to the greenery along the trail on my way up but it was a bit too bright for the image I had in mind. When I came back that way on my back down, the light had cooperated and I was able to create what I was looking for.
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Sunrise at Horse Thief Canyon
We were in the town of Drumheller on the weekend to explore the badlands and visit the Royal Tyrrell Museum. Drumheller is in the heart of one of the world’s most productive sites for recovering fossils and the museum is singularly focused on the science of paleontology. The kids (and the parents and grandparents) had a great time touring the displays, large and small, and I will post an entry from that chaos soon. The exploration will have to wait until the next trip as it was too cold to head out hiking on the trails with the wee’uns. I did sneak out (well I actually woke up my daughter before I got out of the room and my son was awake shortly after) on Monday for an early morning photo session along the Dinosaur Trail which rises out of the valley and then winds along the edge of the badlands providing a number of great viewing spots as it loops back to town.
I had two places in mind, one on the west side of the canyon valley and one on the east. I thought that if there were good clouds visible towards the east in the predawn, I would go to the west spot and face towards the sun to hopefully catch the colors bouncing down off of the clouds into the hoodoos and other formations. When I got outside, there were no clouds building out towards the sunrise so I went to the eastern spot so that the sun would be behind me and I could catch the “almost” full moon over the Dinosaur Valley (the name given to this stretch of the Red Deer River Valley) first and then the first light cresting the plains and hitting the peaks in the canyon. The eastern spot was Horse Thief Canyon. I had a memory of it from when my parents took me there about 25 years ago and thought it would be good raw material to make some photographs out of regardless of what came into the sky. Plus, it has a great history behind it and it was fun to imagine the original brigands ferrying their stolen horses into the winding canyon to hideout before taking them to sellers waiting.
Once the sun came up, I really liked the detail in the faces of the rock walls and cliff faces in the canyon. That absorbed the rest of the morning before I noticed that my fingers were numb and it was probably time to get back, warm up and rejoin the family (the irony that it was family day here in Alberta and I had spent the morning away on my own was not lost on me out on the ridge).
In the summer, bright yellow canola fields surround this valley adding another dimension to the scene. I’m looking forward to getting back in the summer to hike and to see another side to this special place.
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