https://lindonslaght.photography 2025-07-12 daily 1.0 https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery01/125cb6b6.jpg Downtown Edmonton city scape. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery01/bd0acbcb.jpg Another Downtown Edmonton city scape. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery01/bf9ce646.jpg Nighttime long exposure of a creek in the Rocky Mountains. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery01/30f42a6a.jpg Inukshuk on the shore of Landslide Lake, AB https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery01/32e3a64a.jpg Fall leaves at sunset https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery01/e8a9c790.jpg Back lit maple leaf in fall. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery01/a55e5006.jpg Ladybug on edge of a leaf. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery01/fcd8f9be.jpg Utility marker flags discarded on the street. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery01/288c9ceb.jpg Bleeding Heart flower. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery01/823c56d7.jpg Unidentified flower. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery02/2450cc78.jpg Exhibit 1. It was left there unassuming, but it was left without a knowledge of the bloom. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery02/12d5aca0.jpg Exhibit 2. Already the bloom spreads. Already the smoke permeates where there is no source. Already, the source falls far beyond where any mortal hands may extract it. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery02/311de343.jpg Exhibit 3. The cracks in the ice only allow the bloom to spread, and beneath the surface, take on a sinister form. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery02/2fe7b331.jpg Exhibit 4. All the waters become infected. It is not everywhere, it is everything. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery02/a52e7743.jpg Exhibit 5. An orphan source shines a false light on that which is meant to be hidden. It is not to be seen. It is not for us. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery02/c878af22.jpg Exhibit 6. In the areas where the bloom is merely a vision, the cracks divide more strongly than before. The bloom begins to permeate, faster than before. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery02/c4118169.jpg Exhibit 7. The skies are among the last to go. The clouds become tainted with what once was. The life of the trees becomes hidden in the shadow of the bloom. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery02/4f1aaa14.jpg Exhibit 8. The orphan source shines a false light on all in it's path. Drifts of snow shift to glass and then sand. Beams of light stop in parallel lines and then shift around around before stopping on the other side of the sand. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery02/3beee8ea.jpg Exhibit 9. The waters are corrupted with the bloom. The source lies deep beneath the surface, far too far for this to be anything temporary, or a weak shade of blue. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery02/b52eb284.jpg Exhibit 10. Life becomes frozen. All that made it walk before now turns to a mere shifting, a cracking. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery02/95b0fa54.jpg Exhibit 11. Nearly the last to go are the creatures. Their eyes see farther than the humans, they have more hope, but a vision of them in him is tainted by the bloom. An innocent gesture is tainted irrevocably, uncontrollably, by the bloom. https://lindonslaght.photography/assets/images/gallery02/d7f9cebd.jpg Exhibit 12. Not long after, he is running towards the bloom. They are naive, away from him. Not close, never anymore. Towards the bloom he runs, before they see him and follow, before the bloom spreads to them. Before the bloom hurts them.