This beautiful lake in Algonquin Park has many scenic bays that
reflect a blaze of colours in the late days of September. As a result of
the logging of the late 1800's, this and other lakes' water levels were
and still are controlled by outlet dams. It also resulted in countless
submerged logs and remnant stumps, some of which are exposed every
autumn when a handful of the lakes are lowered, to prevent damaging
spring floods.
I came across this scene while exploring with my camera and tripod.
My eye was instantly drawn to the range of colours, most notably the
contrast of the warm yellows of the driftwood against the cool blues of
the water, and the repetition of this pattern with the far trees and the
sky. The bonus was the magic of the movement of the driftwood's shadow
across the sand and up on to the rocks. The darkness of the shadow also
served as a visual device, amplifying the intensity of the colours.
Finally, the visual strength of the driftwood seemed to call out to
me, like a sculpture trying to tell a story. Even though this lake has
probably not seen a logger in over a hundred years, the story remains to
be told, if one will only stop to listen and to observe. |