• Is One a Mob?

    G’day Mob! The onslaught of winter has frozen my lips and got me writing Australian … or maybe it’s that I promised Mandy I would borrow her blog greeting. It cracks me up every time I read that phrase – maybe because I’ve never been part of a mob before or visited Australia. But enough… Continue Reading

  • Tongue in Cheek Collection

    Wildlife photography is a serious pursuit. Except when it’s not. Oh sure, there is highly refined gear to master, an artistic and technical learning curve, and it really helps to have luck mixed with whatever patience I can muster. The eagerly awaited results can be jaw dropping or mortifying – both only add to the hopelessly… Continue Reading

  • Sandhill Cranes, Mud and Alligators

    How do I keep my naturally ahem calm and focused demeanour? I have learned to take the shortest, fastest and sometimes unorthodox path between two points. Force me on the road more travelled and I may become … well … a little less calm. I assure you the problem lies not with me – just the obstacles and detours… Continue Reading

  • The Day Quill Died

    It really isn’t that big a deal. Wild animals die all the time. Why make a fuss? Predators kill their prey, animals die from disease and sometimes wildlife will even kill the young of their own species. The natural order of things has a rough edge. With all that death around, why should it be… Continue Reading

  • Mother where art thou?

    Imagine you are an eaglet … Your first memory is being entombed in dark, tight, smelly quarters. Mustering all your strength, you finally manage to crack your prison shell and stagger out to a cruel world. You blink your eyes and catch the first glimpse of a rather fierce looking creature who turns out to be… Continue Reading

  • Tricked by a Sandhill Crane!

    It started out easy enough. I was hired (in a volunteer sort of way) by the Sandhill Crane Association Of Central Saskatchewan In Autumn (SCAOCSIA) to update their photos. The SCAOCSIA wanted me to take some snappy new photos before the members all took off for parts unknown. I met with the leading sandhill cranes who… Continue Reading