The thing I like about living in this part of Canada is the thing that maybe some like least. Our scenic drama is low-key. One has to look carefully to find interest in the landscape. More often it is a palate and scene of graduating subtleties.
No soaring mountains here, and hardly a hill to be found. Colour is usually subtle too, softness blending into softness. In winter this often means the sky is gray, the foreground is gray, the horizon (when we can find some trees) is a smidge grayer.
Sometimes it seems as though we have but two seasons. Often our autumns are not cold enough to produce dramatic colour - suddenly it's winter and gray days are back. Spring sometimes is as indiscernable - suddenly it's summer and the white heat, blanching out colour is upon us.
During winter, I love those bright sunny days when the shadows create true blues across the white snow, because generally it is gray mixed with more gray, livened up with gray. These monotone medleys encourages one to appreciate and look for shapes, lines, form.
GG took this photo below. This is looking north off the tip of Point Pelee National Park. You can't get any further south in mainland Canada than this.
So, given the day GG and I went off to the Point last week was a typically gray on gray winter day, I upped the saturation just a bit in all but the third last of these photos. See what I mean? It helps wake things up and I think add a Group of Seven appeal.