A love story with nature
I’ve always had a hard time understanding the way things are. As a kid life made no sense. At my lowest I found reverence for and in nature. Everything makes sense then. The animals, the plants, the sky. It all speaks to me in a way no words could ever express. Below is a collection of my favourite nature pictures with a short backstory
Follow
the
eternal
flow
On a foggy morning in eastern Fraser Valley, the weather was perfect for photography. The land was wet and he park was empty. My feet were slipping on the occasional sheet of ice on the ground.
I surrendered and truly appreciated my time alone as away to connect with nature, myself and the universe. There are a few things I think are very important in life and it comes down to Connection, presence and faith. Those moments are opportunity to cultivate them.
Time
stands
still
I just had quit my job in Vancouver. I accepted an offer from a Edmonton-based company that wanted to open a branch in Vancouver. Training was held in Edmonton. So I made it an unforgettable road trip. On my way there I made sure to stop at Wells Gray provincial park. I met photographers that were traveling the opposite direction. These places seem to attract like minded people who just want to witness something. Just see something. Why is it that just seeing something makes you feel so much? All I know is that the feeling is amazing and i’m always going to be grateful for taking the leap. In the end, I quit that job too but really, the job was an excuse for travelling. Oh, and everything was payed for by the company. It works out in the end.
The
Bend
The famous Joffre Lakes park was closed due to being too full. Upon arriving we were met with angry park personnel from abroad which rubbed me the wrong way so my friends and I decided to head further in the middle of nowhere. On our way, a helicopter sprayed water at a fire by the lake due to increased fire activity around. A little further down the road, we met two first nations people and had a great spiritual exchange. I could see them evaluating the veracity of my demeanor yet they happily allowed us to walk on their old wooden private bridge and cracked a few jokes before getting deep into their past. One of them opened up by saying he is a survivor of old assimilation school (google that) and went on to say different corporations over the years were building illegally on their land to open a ski resort but went to court and lost but still, it doesn’t stop them from trying again and again. Even tho they had been through horrific things, they were willing to have a fun engaging exchange and share their perspective to someone who is willing to truly listen. We then parted ways and arrived at the famous Bend I looked for on google. Trails are not clear and I think it is supposed to stay that way to keep too many visitors from invading people’s privacy in the nearby camping park. The view is worth it and pictures don’t do it justice. Once again, I was grateful, happy and connected.