Dave Duncan

"Eat Well, Stay Fit, Die Anyway"

Nighttime in Paradise

If you’ve known me for at least a few months, or have been reading this blog for any amount of time, you’ve probably caught on that I’m a pretty big fan of my cottage.  I’ve always thought of it as a magical place, and that stems from a very early age.

When I was a wee lad growing up in the suburbs of Toronto, I firmly believed that God lived at my cottage and He came to the city when we were there visiting.  I mean, where else would God live?  After all, isn’t He a big fan of creation, and where else can you see creation in all its splendor than up there?

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Tin Roof in a Full Moon

Since I started taking photographs, the cottage has been one of my favourite subjects.  It’s just so different than the things I see everyday.  The old, worn wood of the house and shed, the weathered rock of the Canadian Shield that makes up our front ‘lawn’ and the trees and wildlife are completely foreign to my usual Toronto environment.

Full Moon through Maple and Pine trees

Not to mention the trees and the sky.  On a moonless night, you can see more stars than you could ever count, and when the moon is up and full, you can sit outside and read by the light it throws below.  The way the dusk sunlight dances through tree branches, the sound of the night breeze in the leaves and the hypnotizing way that poplar branches switch from light to dark in the wind as they flip their leaves top and bottom.

Aylmer Road and Hwy. 148 in Fog

It’s safe to say that my favourite time at the cottage is the night.  During the summer, chirping frogs lull you to sleep in between light rainstorms on the tin roof.  Deer and raccoons wander through the forest while bats fly noiselessly through the air over your head.  In the fall, you can see the sky for miles through the leafless trees and more animals are out and about in search of food.  During the winter, the night is absolutely noiseless save for the sound of snow crunching under its own weight.

Now that I’m confident the house won’t collapse, I can safely look forward to a long life enjoying those sights and sounds, sharing them with the people I care about, and trying to capture them as best I can on film.  I just hope God doesn’t mind me crashing at His house.


2 Comments so far

  1. Rob D July 24th, 2008 8:53 pm

    Really, confident? Wow. I would’ve gone with optimistic.

  2. Dave July 25th, 2008 11:37 am

    Hmm, like everything at the cottage, semantics are relative. 🙂

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