While I truly love the symmetry of this picture with the crescent moon hanging between the trees as if strung along an invisible clothesline, the image below is actually my favourite in this series because even though slightly off symmetrical, the addition of the path brings mystery to this otherwise pastoral composition. All text and…
Scale: The Theory of Everything
In perspective there is relativity — and in relativity, anything is possible. Time can stop and time can fly; space can explode into infinity and space can contract to nothingness. And in that perspective, there is scale, where giant canopies can grow from mushrooms and a forest can become a bed of ferns. All text…
A Silver Sky ~ a study in black and white
To see the world with different eyes is to live differently. There is an incredible beauty to the snow, trees, and ice again a perfect and rich blue sky … which was on display when I took these, the next to last in my Ice Storm series. Yet to take away the colour of the…
Tails of Ice
Entranced by the colours of these warm ‘cattails’ … or ‘bull-rushes’ as we called them when I grew up. I still remember vividly the effect my childish hoarding of the fall rushes in my father’s shed had one warm day in spring when they all burst back to life and filled the shed and all…
Frozen in Time
As you can tell by this, the fifth in my series (a series that has lots of legs), I’m totally enthralled by what the Ice Storm did to transform the landscape and all that is in it. From the branches with which I started, to a stem of milk weed, to the branch of a…
Arrested Fruit
The fourth in my series chronicling Ottawa’s 2015 Ice Storm. And, yes, more to come tomorrow….
Frozen Fir
The third in my series chronicling Ottawa’s 2015 Ice Storm. Check back tomorrow for the next installment.
Ice “Rose”
The second in my series chronicling Ottawa’s 2015 Ice Storm. Check back tomorrow for the next installment.
Captured Caught … Held
Captured caught and held — still within your embrace Frozen seconds bound together — my tears run cold Sky chained from white to grey — yearning I cannot bend Prisms imprison the daylight — my eyes search the twinkles Nature’s ballet cast in glass — I lay prostrate on your belly Unbroken fragility wrapped crystal…
New
Turn the page Dip the pen Write a word Weave the story Loop the yarn and Stitch the glory Tune the horn Wipe the brass Sound the notes … and begin anew. All text and images © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “New.”
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