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Rushing River Provincial Park | The View Finder

First things first, Ontario is a beautiful province. It was me, my girlfriend and a close photographer friend, we left at around noon and as soon as we hopped the border into Ontario, it was like someone flipped a switch. Entering the Canadian Shield, with the exposed granite and layers of evergreens, left us saying “Holy Shit look at that” for the rest of the trip.

We made a quick stop into Kenora, for a bathroom break, so we pull into the nearest point of interest that would have coffee and bathrooms. Kenora Tim Hortons was a surreal experience i will never forget. We park and get out of the car, from the windows we can see there is a line-up of people inside as well as a lengthy drive-thru line, pretty normal for a Saturday afternoon. This is when the weirdness starts to happen, we walk up to the main entrance door, and they are locked. Thinking that it is just a mistake, we wait for a little bit to see if anyone comes to open the door for us; no movement inside. It is at this point we look at one another and make sure we are at the entrance of this establishment, sure enough we are, we wait then walk around to see what is going on behind the building, perhaps another entrance. Nothing. We see a man in a green sweater running with money in his hand towards the door, so we follow him, surely he knows what is going on. When he gets to the door, it is locked from him, he also has no idea what is happening, why the doors are locked but there are people inside, ignoring the confusion outside. Finally a man, waiting in line, a man that wasn’t there 2 minutes ago, turns to us and motions to us with his hands that the door is locked, then turns around and continues to wait in line. It was at this moment we just kinda packed it in, no idea what was going on in that Tim Hortons, no idea if the man in the green sweater was able to get in, some say he is still waiting there to this day.

We went to McDonald’s after this, which had unlocked doors.

Rushing River Provincial Park was just as beautiful as the drive through Ontario, layers of trees, and true to the name, featured a rushing river. The river stems from a lake, which you could see in the distance. It was interesting to see the power of water, how a seemingly calm lake turns into a torrent just from a relatively slight gradient change, forever speeding up, held in only by the bounds of the granite boulders, a constant fight between an immovable object and an unstoppable force.

My photography mindset was primarily on long exposures, a technique that I never was able to implement, but has always interested me. I’ve noticed that I tend to rush the photography process, focusing on long exposures really slowed everything down for me, because I had to make sure the composition was right, that everything that I want to be in focus, was in focus, how much movement I want, and how bright everything will be. In Nopiming I played with this for the first time, but really wasn’t thinking about the process to compose a proper long exposure. Rushing River, my primary task was to take at least 1 long exposure that I could hang on the wall. I am happy to say I was able to accomplish this. My biggest takeaway from Rushing River is that plenty of forethought has to go into long exposure; a good long exposure is about finding a balance between what is too short of an exposure, and what is too long of an exposure.

During my time at the park, it was snowing, and at times it got heavy. Now, I don’t own a lens hood but this this trip made me understand how valuable a resource a lens hood is. To be candid, most of my long exposures didn’t work out as well as they could because snow kept on falling on the lens. So thanks to this natural weather event that I can’t even be mad at, blurry spots formed on my images from snow falling on the lens after I pressed the shutter. I could always try and edit them out in post, but it wouldn’t be the same. Eventually I will get a lens hood, but I have other bills to pay first.

All in all, Rushing River was a success and I came away with more decent quality images from this trip, compared to Nopiming. I don’t know where my next adventure will be, but I am thankful for the beauty that surrounds me.