Break of Day, Lake Clear

In places I visit infrequently – once a lifetime, say, or even once a year – I have no choice about the photographic conditions.  No option to wait for a morning with less cloud or more cloud along the horizon.  No chance to wait for a time of year when sunrise comes at a more respectable hour.  It’s a “take it or leave it” situation.

If only I had better access.

That’s what I catch myself thinking.  

On the other hand, I’ve been meaning to photograph the Bank Street Bridge at night for at least 10 years.  Somehow, having daily access doesn’t seem like the answer either.

These shots were taken on the second morning of our annual kayaking-and-grudge-euchre trip up the Ottawa Valley.

5-photo collage of sunrise at Lake Clear in July.

9 Comments

  1. Jim Taylor

    Picking up on “I’ve been meaning to photograph the Bank Street Bridge at night for at least 10 years. Somehow, having daily access doesn’t seem like the answer either.”
    There’s that old saying, “Familiarity breeds contempt.” Perhaps not contempt in the sense of scorn and ridicule, but in the sense of not paying enough attention to. Maybe having “daily access” is why we forget to tell our spouses and several generations of offspring that we love them. Until there is no daily access anymore.
    It would be like waking up some morning and discovering that the Bank Street Bridge isn’t there anymore to be photographed. And you say to yourself, “I wish I had…” or “If only…”

    1. Isabel Gibson

      Tom – AKA trash-talking euchre. We don’t play in couples, so it’s the women against the men. You can see how grudges might form, no? Something about the men’s willingness to go on nothing more (seemingly) than the left bower and a 9, and the ability to convert that into a point . . .

      1. Tom Watson

        I figured it was something like that.

        Reminds me of something a friend used to tell about the time he and his brother euchered their grandfather when grandpa held right, left and Ace. Obviously, skullduggery was afoot. Apparently Grandpa kept thinking about it and exclaiming, “Euchered with right, left and Ace. Never heard of that before. Didn’t think it could be done!”

        Tom

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