I got a chance to hike a trail that runs along the grey silo golf course near RIM Park. It has been a while since I have been on that stretch and it has really changed since. The banks of the river are thick with plants and long grasses. I made my way through the often head high vegetation and enjoyed some of the evening sun poking through the blades of grass.
It wasn't long before a damselfly flew nearby and rested on the head of one of these grass strands. It was interesting to see how they hold their wings parallel to their bodies. I have photographed more dragonflies in my time which keep their wings up.
I really lucked in to this shot today. I was driving through Galt after finishing an assignment at the Cambridge Highland Games. While traveling over the Parkhill bridge I noticed a lone fisherman on a rocky cliff and thought I could make a nice picture for the blog.
I walked over and began chatting with the angler about his luck, which had not been good so far. As we talked I moved to the edge of the rock and looked over. Right bellow me was a great blue heron. I was a bit startled, having never been that close to one. I had a 300 lens on the camera and took 4 frames before it heard the shutter and moved out of sight. The shimmering in the background is sunlight reflecting off the white water. I hope the fisherman had the same good luck I had today on the river.
Just as I was about to leave the spot where I took the sparrow picture I heard the sound of a hot air balloon as the pilot delivered more flame. I hustled down to the river's edge and took this picture as the pilot and riders glided over the river likely landing in Breslau.
It was getting late by the time I made it down to the river today. I had to scramble down the Grand River trail off Old Zeller Dr to catch the low evening sun that had appeared after a steady downpour of rain. I noticed a song sparrow hopping from plant to plant harvesting seeds. I took some pictures after the sun dipped behind the clouds and found out later these plants are common mullein.
I was trying to photograph vegetation that has made the river near the Fountain street bridge look like a flooded wheat field. I was drawn to the area by an osprey nest on a nearby hydro pole when I started across the bridge and saw the current pull the long strands in an easy sway. It was relaxing at first, hypnotic, but when I found I couldn't get rid of the sky reflected on the water, it was annoying. There is a nice picture to be had of those strands if I can shoot at a different time of day, or find a polarizing filter.
When a couple in a canoe appeared from under the bridge I thought I'd make do with the reflection and return another day for the vegetation.
While walking back from my hike I came across two anglers making use of the fading daylight and the coolness of evening to try their luck fishing. They were making use of a rock bed that until recently was covered by water near the remains of a railroad crossing.
I took a walk on the Walter Bean Grand River trail towards Bingeman's Park. I stopped regularly at the river's edge using smaller access trails to get there. On one of these trails, I emerged and had to hold my hand up to block the intense sunlight reflecting off the water. I used a hanging elm tree branch to shoot through and made this picture.