Just a few out-takes from our epic journey to Barcelona last year. I’m glad we got to see the city before they decided to crack down on rampant tourism with all sorts of controls on new hotels, visitor taxes etc., which will surely drive up the costs of visiting this amazing place.
This is a collection of shots from the first few days we spent there. We loved that Barcelona isn’t crowded in January, and the photographer in me particularly liked the low Mediterranean winter sun.
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Of course, this installation isn’t called The 100′ Electric Beanstalk, but maybe it ought to. Actually, it’s One Hundred Foot Line by the American artist Roxy Paine, and it’s installed in the back lot of the National Gallery of Canada on Nepean Point in Ottawa.
One thing is certain – I don’t think I’d want to put my tongue on this in the winter or hold on to it during an electrical storm!
… supposedly bring May flowers. That remains to be seen.
I’ve been working from home lately, and unfortunately that’s translated into not getting out to do much shooting. Every so often, something around the house catches my eye. Today it was our gas BBQ on the deck, which has been getting rained on pretty consistently these days.
It’s not much, but it’s something. I really need to get out and shoot this weekend!
There’s a farmer’s field not terribly far from home that has always fascinated me, because it’s a field of rocks smack in the middle of what is otherwise very productive, fertile farmland. I can only assume that this is grazing land for goats, because it’s not clear what could grow here otherwise.
This past Saturday was an absolutely stunning spring’s day; beautiful blue skies, a warm(-ish) breeze, trees starting to bud and people coming out of hibernation.
My wife and I decided to take a break from family Easter festivities and go for a little walk in Ste-Anne-de-Bellevue, on of the original suburbs on the extreme western tip of Montréal Island. Our stroll took us through the campus of John Abbott College and main street that cuts through the old village.
This is the time of year where if you’re looking for natural colour, you either have to look to the sky (on a rare non-overcast day) or to a coniferous tree like a pine, spruce or cedar. Otherwise, you have to satisfy yourself with a symphony of browns and grays and if you’re lucky a nice, bright birch or three shining away in the sunlight.