Traditional landscape photography is not something I spend a great deal of time creating. When I do, I find myself drawn to the peculiar, the human and the obtuse. These photographs illustrate what I am trying and failing to explain. They are all from last months trip to the Okanagan in Canada.
This region of Canada is not well known out of the country. It is a rich fertile land, known for its lake, viticulture and fruit growing. It is defined by the basin of Okanagan Lake and the Canadian portion of the Okanagan River. As of 2011, the region’s population was approximately 340,000, half of which lived in the main city of Kelowna. Surrounded by mountains, the lake that runs through the valley is fed by the mountain streams, and for an area that has abundant water it is peculiarly categorized as Canada’s only desert. I guess all the snow and rain falls on the mountains.
I was there right at the end of winter. Spring was beginning to peak its head up above ground and its annual arrival commenced in the last few days of my stay. One week after I left all was in bloom. The Okanagan is blessed with distinct and traditional seasons. My photos reflect the colours prevalent in the last days of winter. Everything felt grey, drab and wan. However, the dry weather meant that the sky was often startlingly blue.