Karl Johnston
12th of February 2009 (Thu), 00:16
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I am alone again, and alone I stand
By the lonely river
Frozen ice upon slick rock
I am
One
My girl left me, found another guy..blah blah.. I've been doing a lot of walking around for miles and miles, and a lot of thinking. Not much photography anymore, I don't know if I want to stay here anymore, in fact I'm pretty sure by the start of fall I'll leave for elsewhere.
It's funny how a little thing like an attatchment to one person causes you to pull your entire life out for inspection, iron out the creases and ultimately put a new shirt on, or go out shopping for a new one.
The ice in the photo is slick and very very unstable. It's about 4 inches thick at absolute max, and in some areas it was sucking and gulping water. I manuvered around by sweeping the snow beneath my feet to one side to reveal rocks to stand on. The plunge into the river rapids is one of the deepest and most treacherous places you could possibly be at this time of year.
There are rocks to navigate on top of, but god knows how high the water level really is underneath them, it'd be so easy to get swept away. Yet this was once a place, in the spring, we intended to get married someday..so it had a special meaning to me to be down there. In the spring the water leaks away and there's a nice cliff to sit on and watch the rapids. Very stable in summer, not stable in winter. Lot of people have died here. Despite how I was feeling, I didn't really think about that fact until after I got home with some images. So typical you would think I meant to be there on purpose :lol: bad joke..bad joke...
I thought it was an interesting parallel, because this location was so beautiful and personal to me, once, and although barren, dangerous and frigid ..it's still beautiful and personal to me, now.
I am alone again, and alone I stand
By the lonely river
Frozen ice upon slick rock
I am
One
My girl left me, found another guy..blah blah.. I've been doing a lot of walking around for miles and miles, and a lot of thinking. Not much photography anymore, I don't know if I want to stay here anymore, in fact I'm pretty sure by the start of fall I'll leave for elsewhere.
It's funny how a little thing like an attatchment to one person causes you to pull your entire life out for inspection, iron out the creases and ultimately put a new shirt on, or go out shopping for a new one.
The ice in the photo is slick and very very unstable. It's about 4 inches thick at absolute max, and in some areas it was sucking and gulping water. I manuvered around by sweeping the snow beneath my feet to one side to reveal rocks to stand on. The plunge into the river rapids is one of the deepest and most treacherous places you could possibly be at this time of year.
There are rocks to navigate on top of, but god knows how high the water level really is underneath them, it'd be so easy to get swept away. Yet this was once a place, in the spring, we intended to get married someday..so it had a special meaning to me to be down there. In the spring the water leaks away and there's a nice cliff to sit on and watch the rapids. Very stable in summer, not stable in winter. Lot of people have died here. Despite how I was feeling, I didn't really think about that fact until after I got home with some images. So typical you would think I meant to be there on purpose :lol: bad joke..bad joke...
I thought it was an interesting parallel, because this location was so beautiful and personal to me, once, and although barren, dangerous and frigid ..it's still beautiful and personal to me, now.