On a brilliant, sunny morning at Marais aux Grenouillettes near Gatineau, I decided to try and get my camera as close as possible to some of the colourful plants here.
Its hot voice sizzles from some cool tree
It seems to burn its way through the air
Like a small, pointed flame of sound
Sharpened on the ecstatic edge of sunbeams. – “The Locust,” Leonora Speyer (1872–1956)