To start this blog I want to go back in time, when I was just arrived in Oakville, talking about Sixteen Mile Creek where I spent lot of time walking and cycling during the fall. The colours were beautiful, a pleasure for the eyes. Red like fire, orange, yellow and green. All this colours were forming a beautiful composition and the challenge was to capture them with the camera.
Sixteen Mile Creek is the name of the river that flow trough Milton and Oakville into Lake Ontario. Sixteen Mile Creek Trail is composed of three trails that cover a total of 8.5 km. The time I spent there I had the opportunity to complete the trail only once, by bike. It was the first time, and my host father brought me. I was astonished by the colours and the immensity of the park. My first thought was “In Italy is impossible to find a green area where you can totally think to be into the most remote nature park while you still be in the centre of a town”.
“In Italy is impossible to find a green area where you can totally think to be into the most remote nature park while you still be in the centre of a town”
The trails are very well made and curate with facilities for walkers, runners and cyclists. After few times exploring the trails I decided to enter in the wood where less people go. There I started discovering very nice place. Once I was with a friend and I found a rope attached to a tree. So I thought “Why don’t use the rope for something cool?”. But the first bad thought arrived “If while I’m holding it in the air the tree broke”. “What will happen if I can’t hold the rope in the air?”.At the end after all this worries I jumped. I didn’t fall, I didn’t hurt myself, I didn’t broke my neck, leg, arm or other part of my body instead I made a little video. It was awesome, and I planned to go again this spring when my hand are not going to freeze.
Between the last week of October and the first of November almost al the leaves were gone, and with them the colours. I didn’t expect that the season was changing so fast but before it I had some time to take more pics. One afternoon I found a group of trees with red leaves (see photos). The only problem was that they were up on a steep hill, and I really wanted to take those photos. So I left the trail. I made my way trough the bushes and weeds, risking to fell few times and breaking my camera. When I arrived at the bottom of the hill I realized that it was even steeper than what I thought, but I had to get those shots. I started climbing with leaves under my sneakers that made the climb sleeper, furthermore for the first meter there were no trees that I could hold to go up. Finally I made it, I arrived at the trees I saw from the trail. I took the shots I needed and it was time to go back.
An other time, around the end of October, right after locking my bike I met a bus driver from India, also him an amateur photographer. We talked a bit and he told me about a beautiful park in Ontario called Algonquin Provincial Park were the colours are one of the most beautiful in the world. He showed me some photos he took. When I saw the place and the colours I decided I have to go there once in my life, just for the fall.8
During the winter I went again but was not anymore interesting like during the fall. Maybe during the spring when the weather is going to be more tolerable, and the wood starts to have colour again I will go back.