I went down to the Humber River by the Old Mill to watch one of nature’s most determined travelers—the salmon. Every fall, they fight their way upstream, leaping through rushing water and small waterfalls, all to return to where their life began.
Standing on the shore, camera in hand, I could feel the energy of the place. The sound of water crashing over the dam mixed with the shouts of excitement from people gathered along the riverbank. Then it happened—a flash of silver broke the surface. A salmon leapt, powerful and graceful, right through the spray. I caught a few moments that showed its strength and persistence in midair.
Each jump told its own story—a mix of instinct, endurance, and hope. None made past the barrier; others tried again and again. Watching them reminded me that photography, like the salmon run, is about timing and patience. You wait, you observe, and when the moment comes, you press the shutter and capture something that words can’t fully describe.
The Humber River at Old Mill is more than just a scenic spot—it’s a stage for one of nature’s oldest dramas. And for a street photographer like me, it’s a reminder that stories don’t just happen in the city. Sometimes, they leap right out of the river.
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