At first I thought my painting looked a bit green and maybe a little gloomy. Then I set it up for a direct comparison… hmm. Pretty close!
If you look carefully through the raindrops you might be able to see the wedding arch on the grass. Fake flowers (not melted in the rain) on the steps of a couple of ladders and a plank between them made a simple and, as it turned out, very hardy decoration. I do hope the wedding was over though!
One of our favourite destinations in Northern B.C. is Bijoux Falls, near Mackenzie. It’s a three tier waterfall, at least, but it is a slippery climb through some steep drop offs to get to the upper tiers. Safest to stay behind the fence… although someone had a sense of humour and a creative brain. We did visit the upper falls and got wet through for a reward. It’s hard to complain about leafy water when one enjoys the waterfall mist!
At Morfee Lake in Mackenzie, Northern B.C., the swallows were fascinating. They were very busy, skimming low over the lake and returning to chatter in the dead tree on a point of land extending far into the lake. They are very attractive blue and green birds. Two babies huddled together, desperate for a nap and bothered by the melee of adult family members.
Judy captured an image of a spectacular cloud over the Peace Country. For about half an hour it churned slowly, billowing in slow motion. Then suddenly it was gone, absorbed into the shapeless mass of cloud that moved off to the north. Three artists saw the cloud and wanted to paint it!
Walking through the garden after a downpour, I spotted this moth, looking like a battered old leaf stuck in the metal guard around the apple tree trunk. It was just a little too symmetrical to my eye. Turns out my hunch was right: it was a moth with brilliant camouflage.
It seems like spring was ages ago! You don’t often hear that in May in Northern Alberta, but here we are sitting in the heat, wishing for that slow spring warming with the relief of cool nights. This picture was taken May 4th, when the green was just beginning to creep back into the landscape.