Last week I showed you photos of my samples and the studio in which I took a class called Complex Cloth at Maiwa East in Vancouver. I've had some enthusiastic responses to what I showed there, both online and in person: thank you for your thoughts if you're someone who commented about it! What I didn't have space to show you were the photos from the trip itself, so here are some highlights.
The Similkameen valley is coming out of winter and is in that moment of pause before spring begins. The snow is gone, but the cottonwoods are still bare, and the mountains south of the valley still have snow. The light shone palely through rare gaps in the grey as we drove through the valley. All of the travelling photos in this post were taken through the windows of the Jeep as we sped along, so I had many more culls than successes, but some came out well. They lose quite a bit in being so small here on the blog, but I think if you click on a particular photo you can see a larger version.
As we passed through Hope and followed the Fraser through the valley to the coast, the snow line was obvious, even through the rain on the windshield.
I didn't take any photos in Vancouver other than the workshop pics I posted last week, except for these two: proof that spring was well underway in North Vancouver. These gorgeous snowdrops are one of the annual highlights in my dad's garden. We were just about to leave for home, and the morning sun was dappling through the trees.
Because we had all day to get home and the weather looked so promising, we decided to take the old highway north of the Fraser River, winding our way through Coquitlam, Haney, Mission, and all the other communities on the north side.
I love the reds of the blueberry fields in the photo above.
It was snowy through Manning Park, of course, but on the other side, as we again began to follow the Similkameen, the snow disappeared. Near Nighthawk, a snowy ridge suddenly appeared behind the dry sagebrush.
Osoyoos was utterly bare of snow, but after we climbed up the pass toward the Anarchist summit, the snow appeared again, and with the combination of the snow and the rich golden light of the setting sun, the views were breathtaking. The photos don't really do justice to the stark beauty of the open slopes. This part of the mountain burned this past summer, which explains the red hue to the trees.
Once over the summit, the light intensified. Bridesville and Kettle Valley glowed.
As you can see, we drove out of the well-established spring in Vancouver and the Fraser Valley, and early spring in the Similkameen and southern Okanagan, back into winter as we got closer to home.
We had to be careful not to lose our footing on the icy driveway as we greeted the ecstatic animals and unloaded the Jeep. But what a light!