One last round of photos from Canmore, Alberta. We had numerous encounters with elk during our stay there, fortunately not of the extremely close kind. The first day four of us went for a walk, exploring one of the nearby paths, and saw a small herd of elk grazing in the meadow. They kept a wary eye on us, and continued munching.
Another day my eye was caught by the early morning sunlight on the mountains, and Jan joined me on a quick outing to the meadow. When we came out between the houses and past the first line of pines, we saw a large bull across the way, and heard him bugle, and then responses from another one or two elks down the valley. It is a strange eerie sound -- almost like some odd electronic device, when heard at a distance. (Here's a youtube clip that can give you an idea, though much closer than we were: elk bugling )
Our last morning, several of us went out for a hike, planning to to head across the meadows and into the forest. We heard more bugle calls and realized that there was a herd of elk right at the edge of the trees ahead of us. There were at least three males and a larger group of females, and there appeared to be a bit of territorial charging going on. We didn't see any actual clashes, but decided it was probably wiser to head in another direction for our hike. (If you zoom in on that little light spot right where the path intersects the woods, you may be able to see one of the bulls.) Off to the right of the photo below, there was another patch of meadow, with a bull keeping watch on this herd. You can see him and two cows in the last photo.
Some more photos from our September visit, this time celebrating the fall colors -- blue mountains and sky, green lakes, red rose hips and leaves, golden yellow aspen leaves, white tree trunks and clouds, dark evergreens. A wonderful season to spend a few days in the mountains!
More photos from our time in Canmore, Alberta. My eye was drawn to the far and near. A couple lines from a poem I've read since our visit seem very fitting -- from And Now Its October by Barbara Crooker:
. . .
Flowers that were once bright
as a box of crayons are now seed heads and thistle down. All the feathery grasses shine in the slanted light.
The full poem can be found on the Writer's Almanac from October 4.
During our Alberta visit, we spent a weekend near Canmore, about 20 miles from Banff. Behind the condo where we stayed, there are meadows and trails. (And trees and rocks and rocks and trees and water -- for you Arrogant Worms fans).
There are also three mountain peaks known as the Three Sisters. Fascinating how different they can be, depending on light and clouds and time of day. (Since some glitch is preventing me from adding captions with the photos: #1 is late morning; #2 - 4 are just after sunrise the next day, with #3 looking across to the mountains on the other side of Canmore, and #4 after the sun was high enough to light up the trees; #5 and 6 are late afternoon, and there are five elk back near the trees on #6 -- try zooming in, if you have that option. And the last photo is a bit of evening sunlight on the mountains across from the Three Sisters.)
(I intended to begin posting Alberta photos a week ago, but ran into problems with an upgrade and a bug that have prevented access to my blog. Here finally is the first of a series.)
Earlier this month, we spent a week in Alberta visiting family and driving from the open plains into the Canadian Rockies. We managed to be there for the peak of golden-leafed aspen and poplars, and on beautifully sunny days. Here's a few scenes near and far.
My approach to contemplative photography --
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"