Sounds Like Alberta Gallery

The leaves were yellow and orange against a frieze of green and the smooth white bark of the aspens. The vertical lines of the tree trunks carried me up from the ground and into the image with feelings of height, power and grandeur. And the light! It was that magical golden hour of sunrise when the light was soft and mellow, pumping up and saturating the colors.

The Elbow River was still open but the falls were choked with ice. Despite the roar of the falls, it was a quiet, pristine, almost sacred moment.

It was a beautiful evening in the mountains, the sun was setting and the lake was a deep blue, all still and tranquil. I was setting up my camera in the silence, enjoying the solitude, when out of the cosmos came the sweet yet haunting melody of a flute. The notes were soft but clear, drifting across the pond like an autumn mist.