Over the weekend, I found a folder of pictures hidden three folders deep on my desktop. It was full of these shots from my trip to Alberta over the summer.
When you're in the mountains, you constantly crane your neck upwards, to peaks and sky. Or far outwards, taking in those wide vistas that suddenly open up, valleys and lakes that refuse to be confined by a camera lens. In this setting, the ground is easily overlooked. But I remember hiking around Lake Louise and taking note of the shape of tree roots, the veins in rock, the sudden delicacy of wildflowers, the lichen-covered rock. And thinking that for all the large scale stuff going on around me, such small moments contained a world of beauty too.