This past weekend, I went on the longest photowalk of my life. What spans those six hours in the cold are over six hundred photographs. Some are repetitions and the others are different aperture/shutter variations. One of the photographs I took that day was the frozen Huron River. This launch (used for canoes and kayaking) now lies desolate but it lends to the ambiance. The river that I went kayaking through a few months ago is now an ice covered plain.
The imagery is akin to a street, only this one is a river that has become a road of sorts. Even though I was battered by the winds nonstop, the dead leaves skating over the surface is a vision I will perhaps never forget. The sound of crisp leaves when they made contact with the surface was like the slight brush of the steel skate rubbing against an ice rink floor. Beautiful, serene and a moving experience for me.