Last night’s sunset when the sun peeked under the clouds for a few short minutes before dropping below the horizon.
I’m sure I’ve commented on this before, but it seems to happen quite often in Vancouver that a grey day ends with a brief spell of intense sunset colour. We were walking back towards the car after a wander from Jericho to Locarno Beach when we noticed the sun had dipped under the cloud layer, lighting up everything around us a dusky pink. We walked down to the water’s edge, the tide just beginning to recede after peaking an hour earlier, and watched the waves lap against the shore, the white foamy tips of each breaking wave casting a fleeting mountain-like shadow on the wet sand which reflected the deep coloured sunlight, the underside of the cloud deck now lit up a fiery pink. So pretty.
I took a couple of dozen shots hoping to capture the right wave, but none really worked. In the end I liked this composition – though this version is cropped for the Instagram format, which weakens the line of the water that I had carefully placed across the image (in the full image the water’s edge extends to the bottom right of the frame)… Oh well. The original will go up on Flickr at some point!
Reflection in a rising tide
Our second day of wandering about on the beach at low tide, and we hung out until the tide turned and began to make its way back in. It was fun to watch the water creep in around us, leaving small islands here and there. With the water being so calm it was perfect for reflections – and we even had a beautiful fluffed-up cumulus cloud lit up brightly in the evening sunshine as a subject. It was difficult to see exactly what I was getting as the contrast was so high, but I did my best to frame the pool of water from the rising tide with the beach as well as capture the cloud reflection (and the two people wading through the shallow water). Turned out quite nicely, even if I do say so myself 🙂
A Valentine’s Day greeting on the beach.
I’d seen many great bird photos that had been taken in Blackie Spit park so I thought I’d check it out myself on a dull, blustery Valentine’s Day. I saw a couple of eagles out on the mud flats, and an armada of unidentified dabbling ducks, but that was about it. I guess – like many “good” birding spots – it’s not that the birds are always there, and getting a good photo requires being in the right place at the right time. Walking back along the beach towards the car I spotted something bright and colourful on a log, which turned out to be a painted clam shell above. I thought it was an apt message for the day, and much easier to photograph than a distant bird.