I really like this photo, but I have no idea why. This happens to me often.

I am always taking macro photos of wood. Perhaps it's a pathological thing. A piece of wood doesn't look like much from a distance, but up close there are so many different colors and textures to be seen. I have taken photos of driftwood, tree bark, and even little bits of scrap wood left over from building our deck. I'm not really sure if other people enjoy my wood photos, or if they just think I'm insane.

My in-laws had a small fire on their property. When we visited this weekend, everything smelled like burning grass. Smaller trees had been reduced to charcoal. The coating of ash gave the wood in this photo an almost silver sheen. The color and texture reminded me of a lizard's skin. In fact, the piece of wood itself is even shaped kind of like a lizard.

I have lived in cities my whole life, and I am very naive about farming. A coworker recently mocked me because I didn't know what a combine was. I knew it was some kind of farming implement, but I certainly couldn't sketch one or point one out in a picture. Despite my ignorance, I am fascinated by farm machinery. I especially like older rusty tools. There's something about abandoned things that I find moving: once-useful tools rusting in the overgrown weeds, once-inhabited buildings now deserted, once-loved toys now forgotten... These subtle reminders of impermanence are my favorite subjects for photography.

This weekend I visited my in-laws near Camrose, AB. Of course, I took some pictures. I love the effect of a wide angle lens on landscapes, skyscapes and architecture. An ultra wide angle lens is on my wish list, and I'll probably treat myself to one soon. This treehouse belongs to my sister-in-law. I envy her secluded treetop perch.