Wednesday, 26 August 2015
Tuesday, 25 August 2015
Blanchet Island, East Arm of Great Slave Lake, Northwest Territories. 15-16 August 2015 PART I
Went out for a camping/fishing/stargazing trip to Blanchet Island, located at the East Arm of the Great Slave Lake. Never been that far east on the lake before - the geology and vegetation are distinctly different from Yellowknife.There are also fossils of stromatolites there!
Took the Twin Otter there .... |
We're actually leaving, in these photos ... couldn't get a footage of us arriving when we are still in the plane, now, can we? |
THAT is a piece of stromatolite! |
And THIS is me holding dinner... |
Which he caught. |
The photos are a bit blurry, as I didn't have my tripod or remote shutter release with me that night (absent minded, much?), and towards the end the lenses were so fogged up with condensation. But the effect it had on the photos just made it more surreal.
Considering the limitations, the photos came out spectacularly well. I am chuffed that I managed to capture some of the rarer colours (reds, purples). Haven't come across Oranges yet - it's Mythical Status yet to be debunked.
Glowsticks and Auroras = fun |
Next time it will be multiple glowsticks going in all directions! |
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I only act my age (about 5, mentally) when I'm camping |
Friday, 14 August 2015
Wordlessness
My Silence and Solitude goes hand in hand
A bubble of Quiet in a noisy, hectic Land
It deafens, nay, thunders, oh silence so sweet
Only then can I hear the ethereal cosmic Beat.
Once in a while another Wanderer traverses by
In his Sphere of Silence, beckons you nigh
And we meet both in Quiet, voiceless exchange
For a Silent Companion is not all that strange!
To my silent companions out there in the World,
Who stood while Rocks, Rivers and Time unfurled
I wish upon you a silent, wordless smile-
For I think I'll be quiet for a little more while.
(R Howton August 2015)
A bubble of Quiet in a noisy, hectic Land
It deafens, nay, thunders, oh silence so sweet
Only then can I hear the ethereal cosmic Beat.
Once in a while another Wanderer traverses by
In his Sphere of Silence, beckons you nigh
And we meet both in Quiet, voiceless exchange
For a Silent Companion is not all that strange!
To my silent companions out there in the World,
Who stood while Rocks, Rivers and Time unfurled
I wish upon you a silent, wordless smile-
For I think I'll be quiet for a little more while.
(R Howton August 2015)
Tuesday, 11 August 2015
Of course we went fishing, again! Baker Island, Great Slave Lake.
Decided to scoot a bit further from Yellowknife Bay this time. About 40km southwest to Baker Island. I am still a bit weirded out by the fact that I still cannot instinctively tell the cardinal directions during the day! Nothing freaks out a forest monkey out of the tropics more than having the sun follow a horseshoe path around the horizon .....
I am tempted to get an underwater camera so we can view the fishies under the water. It's exciting when they bite the lure, but that is only half of the action - I bet it would fun to see them chase the lure in the water itself, from the vantage point under the water.
We still haven't quite figure out how to get the whitefish and trout.... but it was still a blast fishing out monster pikes out of the weedy banks.
They (pikes) are still chilling out in the cooler..... waiting for me to clean them up! Yum!
I am tempted to get an underwater camera so we can view the fishies under the water. It's exciting when they bite the lure, but that is only half of the action - I bet it would fun to see them chase the lure in the water itself, from the vantage point under the water.
We still haven't quite figure out how to get the whitefish and trout.... but it was still a blast fishing out monster pikes out of the weedy banks.
They (pikes) are still chilling out in the cooler..... waiting for me to clean them up! Yum!