In July, 2011, I visited family in Lethbridge and headed down to the High Level Bridge to see what types of photos I could take. It was difficult for me because I was very immersed in learning about macro shots and I had no experience taking shots of structures. I keep reflecting back to these photos though because I was trying to capture the incredible amount of work that was done to construct this bridge.
The bridge was constructed between 1907-1909. It took a 100 man crew to erect the steel. It is the largest railway structure in Canada and is still in use today.
It is 1,623.86 metres long and 95.7 metres high above a river bed.
It appears this is my40th post…so I thought I would use photos I took in a place I love – Banff.
I’ve never stayed at the Banff Springs Hotel, but it truly is one of the most amazing buildings, in a spectacular setting.
As I stood outside on yard duty yesterday, bracing myself against a rather cold December wind, I decided to use the power of positive thought and conjure up memories of Bermuda. I spent a great deal of time on that trip doing very little, but I did manage to take one or two photos.
We took one day to drive around the island on a scooter, finding places we wanted to return to by public transit. Car rentals are not allowed in Bermuda, but their transit system is amazing. Scooters are a fun but crazy way to get around as all the roads are narrow and only two lanes. Often you will have a truck right behind you – and I mean RIGHT behind you. And the speed limit of 30 km/h appears to be a suggestion more than anything else.
This cemetery was not far from where we stayed and afforded the most amazing sunset views.
I wished I could have gotten to a location higher up to take the shot face on but the streets are so narrow and the building across was not accessible to the public. The weather each day was incredible, though not hot as it was March when we visited.
The flowers were so vibrant and fragrant. The whole island was in bloom.
Everywhere you went on the property we stayed, you could see – and hear – roosters and birds.
On November 29th, blogger Lesley Carter (http://lesleycarter.wordpress.com/) posted about flying with eagles over the Grand Canyon. It reminded me of an amazing trip we took as a family in August, 2007. Our destination was Phoenix, but you cannot be that close to the Grand Canyon and not take at least a day trip there.
There is a great deal to be said about the Grand Canyon and I’ll be honest: photographs do not do it justice. What Leslie’s post reminded me of, though, was the highlight of the day for me. We had taken a bus up from the parking lot to get a good view of the Canyon – not that there is a bad view, but this location would afford us a higher elevation to look down into the Canyon. Sadly, though, it began to rain. And then, it began to sleet and hail. This was August and we were dressed like it was 40 degrees celsius because up until this point, it had been.
Well, we could not get on to a bus heading down to the parking lot. We stood in line, getting wetter and wetter. And then, we gave up and looked for shelter. There were so many people doing the same thing that the only shelter we could find was huddled up against a wall. For some reason, this struck me as funny. Hilarious even. We were up against a stone wall, protected from….nothing.
After quite some time, we made it on to a bus, back to our car. We had clothing to change into and we headed to another side of the Canyon. As we looked back to where we had just left, the storm was obviously still raging.
Thank you Leslie for the reminder of this amazing place and a day of memories.