In the stillness of Vermilion Lake, with the majestic Mount Rundle in the background, I set out to immortalise a sunset. The golden hour, that brief moment when the world is painted in soft pinks and deep purples, beckoned. But as I reveled in the glow of nature's spectacle, fate had a different plan. A misstep, and I was immersed full length in the cold embrace of the lake, my prized Harris Tweed jacket now drenched in memories.
Fortune, however, was about to shine again, but not from the horizon. A chance meeting with a compassionate manager on an industrial estate in Canmore changed everything. My jacket, jeans, shirt, and scarf, all dry cleaned and returned to their pristine state, as if the lake's waters had never touched them. His refusal to charge me was a gesture of goodwill that left an indelible mark on my trip to Canada.
As a token of gratitude, I'm sending him the photograph of a fleeting moment before life decided to make a splash. I hope he sees not just the majestic Mount Rundle and the serene Vermilion Lake but also a reflection of his own kindness.
This photograph is for sale in the Fine Art gallery.