Prometheus

Early spring may not seem like the best time to wander up the Fraser canyon, but, for me, the season could not have been more perfect.

The bright red Highway 1 bridge rebelliously stands among the untamed landscape.

The old Alexandria bridge, almost 100 years old, hasn’t been used by cars since 1964.

The rough, almost primordial beauty of this landscape captures my imagination – rain and rapid streams rushing down jagged rocks, low hanging clouds and fog, slowly crawling around the mountaintops, wild rivers meandering among steep canyon walls. The presence of nature, powerful, uncaring and awesome, can really be felt here.

Ladner Creek Railway Bridge, Hope

Greetings to everyone who still open up my blog. After a long hiatus caused by a distraction called life, I’ll try to start posting more frequently once again.

This abandoned railway trestle is rusting away east from the city of Hope, British Columbia. The bridge was once a part of The Kettle Valley Rail Road – a now abandoned railway that used to serve mining towns in BC.

The railway hugs a side of a steep hill and the bridge is only accessible by following the rail track for a few kilometres.

The metal rails and even the wooden crossbeams are now gone, but the pathway etched on the side of a cliff is still in good condition. The short hike ends in front of a collapsed tunnel, the bridge is right on the other side of it.

The first glimpse of the bridge is breath taking. Such a massive construction, abandoned and forgotten, rusting away in the middle of this wild landscape looks outlandish.

The steel construction still feels sturdy and shows no sign of giving way to the elements.

Although the same can’t be said about the wooden crossbeams that once supported the rails, they are now rotten and unsafe to walk on. The only way to cross the bridge is by walking on the metal parts on both sides of the railway. Alas, that didn’t seem like a good idea at that time, given the slippery conditions and the deadly fall waiting for those who take a miscalculated step while trying to cross.

This is part 1 of the Fraser valley trip, more pictures coming soon!

Crumbling Fortress On The Beach

Weird angles bend and deform the perspective here. I feel as if this is another world and in a way – it is. Remnants of a world of which I was never a part of.

On the beach, constantly washed by the Baltic sea and scoured by a harsh wind stand remnants of a series of coastal batteries now ripped wide open by retreating armies.

In the forest there are towers.

What kind of bird makes a nest like that?..

Range finding.

Caching the last warm rays of the sun near the canopy.

Hacking gravity.