Adventure

Camping – Saturday Snapshots

 

Clouds and gradients

The changing view from Heather Campsite on Cowichan Lake.

Weekend snapshot

Until I finish with the rest of the photos, have a peek at our weekend.

 

Petzval85

This weekend Dad came to the island for a visit, which was the perfect excuse to rent a specialty lens and try something new! I decided on the Lomography Petzal 85, a beautiful reproduction of the old lens. I am in love with the swirl bokeh <3. While it’s not the best at everything, it really shines at wide apertures and portraits – though I also love the dreamy quality it adds to daily life shots.

The SALTS ships Pacific Swift and Pacific Grace heading up the Strait.

We managed to take time each day to go for a walk or thrift store browse (so many thrift stores! :D ), so I was able to test the lens in a variety of places and situations.


The night before he left, we had a bbq and Dad liberated some of my giant rosemary bush. (There is so much. Soooo much.) The whole living room smelled of rosemary from the two bags full he packed in his duffle.

I’ll be dreaming about this lens for a while. It’s a bit heavy and flashy with the brass but does its job well. The external aperture keys mean you can’t change it in a hurry – it’s best for taking the time to set up your shot rather than action photos – but oh man is it ever fun. I used it so much over the weekend I gave myself a tiny blister on my finger from the focus dial on the side.

Now to decide – keep renting it, or save up? ;)

A birthday outing

Today is Allan’s birthday, so we went on an adventure to surprise him for lunch. Afterward, we took a walk at Roberts Memorial Park – and proceeded to get muddy. Zeke had fun frolicking, even after he slipped on the sandstone. We even ran into (almost literally) two tiny snakes. Thankfully the rain held off until just after we got back to the car. The drive back down home was pretty good. Even with the sections of pouring rain, the hills looked beautiful with the misty clouds tangled in the trees. Not a bad way to spend a Wednesday.

Meet Zeke

Zeke is Adam’s newly adopted dog. He’s only nine months old, so he still has a bit of growing left to do (!!!). He may still be a puppy, but he did great on our walk down the beach today – despite one or two little dogs taking offense to his presence.) So far I’ve determined he likes to lick you, isn’t sure about large bodies of water (waves are scary), and he can lick the cat food right out of their tunnel feeder. He has skills.

It was a perfect early spring day. Not too warm or cold, and though a few drops fell we avoided major rain. Everything is blooming now, including the hill of daffodils at Beacon Hill Park. Zeke’s a little too energetic to sit still for long, but maybe next year he’ll be calm enough to try a shot of him in the flowers :)

Roberts Memorial Provincial Park: Part 2

Roberts Memorial Provincial Park: Part 1

Today was an exploration day with Adam. The sun was out, but the wind was still quite cold. Not that this fuzzy guy seemed to care :) The sandstone beach looks like a strange moonscape (more photos in part two) and is quite slippery in sections. Luckily I think I used all my slipping powers on the icy snow earlier in the day.

Tempting the winter gods

I drove back yesterday after an extended visit with family. I was originally going to leave there and go to Vancouver on Friday, but Snowmageddon kept me there all weekend, waiting for safe roads and no blowing snow. Oh well. Yesterday was perfect driving weather, except for the cold (-17 when I left), with clear blue skies most of the way. I’m glad I waited a few days, especially after seeing so many cars off the road in the Fraser Valley.

While there (and pre-snowstorm), I had a photo day with Dad. We shot Warren for a while, then once naptime hit we went out in search of landscapes. It was quite hazy in town, but over the hill in Rose Hill the sky was clear. Beautiful!

And now today is full of flurries, only this time I can enjoy them without thinking about driving through mountains. My garden is buried under several inches of white and seems quite minimalist. It’s coming down almost frantically, heavy and wet. With the wind it’s blowing around so much it sneaks into your coat (brrr), but it’s pretty and I am home so I don’t think I care.