Autumn is upon us with a vengeance. But apparently I need to call it Fall around here in Canuckistan. I thought they were more British than American, but apparently not.
Anyhow, I digress. Yesterday evening I conveniently popped over to some friends at around dinner time, and, without too much emotional manipulation and doe-eyed looks, was asked to stay. Which was awfully awesome and helpful, because it meant that I didn’t have to go home to make my own, but could rather head downtown to indulge my love for photography.
I started down next to the airport at the A&W fast food place – almost as Canadian as Tim Hortons, except that it is originally from California. Next, I stopped off at the local co-op, then drove down an abandoned looking trail to get a better vantage spot from which to snap the Quesnel River Pulp Mill. Not content only to photograph one pulp mill, I then surreptitiously made my way down some logging roads across the river from Cariboo Pulp and Paper (previously photographed here). Next I headed downtown, where I jostled for position with two other photographers and their enormous tripods to photograph the city’s iconic clock and the Billy Barker Hotel and Casino.
Finally, with the cold beginning to creep into my bones, I drove across to the west side to see if I could get a good view of the old Fraser River Bridge. That was a no-go and I didn’t want to take exactly the same shots as back in June, so I drove back across to the 97 downtown, parked at the hospital, clambered down a steep embankment and perched on some rocks on the edge of the water. Unfortunately one whole section of lights was out on the bridge but I managed to get 60% of it.
Voila, the result of 2.5 hours of shooting: our little piece of paradise in Canuckistan’s Cariboo district; Fall 2013 …
(You’re welcome to click on pics for larger versions.)