A view over Trout River, Newfoundland, within Gros Morne National Park. The entrance into Gros Morne is just 45 minutes from where I grew up, and is easily the most beautiful place I've ever been. The landscape changes from one twist in the road to the next, and this is the only place I've been that is made even more beautiful by foul weather. Heavy contrast and desaturation applied to this image.
Mom and Dad in front of a waterfall on the Tablelands. The Tablelands consist of rock from the earth's mantle (several kilometres below the earth's surface) and are (I believe) one of only a half dozen or so places on earth where the mantle is actually exposed. The red is from iron in the rock (I've also heard references to there being sulphur in the rock), and is right next to areas of lush foliage. Mom and Dad lit by flash bounced into an umbrella, camera right.
Exploring the farm that I "grew up" on (I didn't have what most would call a true farm life, but our house and yard backed onto my uncle's [once my grandfather's] farm, and I did work there most summers as a child). I've shot similar grass with a cold-blue snowy background in Radium, BC before, and I liked the similar mood to the photo, despite the 45 degree temperature difference.
The farm is not really in use any more. My uncle rents the land to a nearby farming operation, and the buildings are all abandoned and neglected. It's sad to see the farm no longer active, but I do enjoy photographing derelict buildings.
The hay loft inside the tallest barn on the property. I remember loading hay bales into this barn, filling the barn front to back, and several layers above my head. I also remember sitting in this barn and listening to heavy rain roar above me as it beat down on the high tin roof. My photography isn't doing the barn justice, and I hope I get more opportunities to capture just how amazing this barn feels to me.