• Beaver beats the odds

    I like beavers. The toothy dam builder is a familiar prairie icon that is industrious, agile and resilient. It’s somehow comforting to see a beaver’s nose gliding along the water then effortlessly disappear in the fading light. At first blush it makes sense that the beaver is a Canadian icon. Just look at all those… Continue Reading

  • Wild neighbours keep me entertained

    There’s nothing quite as interesting as watching the neighbours. On June 30, I introduced the IQ-challenged robin that performed multiple face plants on our living room window before building a nest (What’s that racket?). Oddly it abandoned the nest and left behind a broken egg and a whole one. Mysteriously the whole nest disappeared when… Continue Reading

  • Bear buffet

    Free food is always in demand my boss declared more than two decades ago. It seemed to make sense. In early June of this year, I started to wonder if it was true. We had discovered a number of bears eating dandelions in the Rockies though I didn’t think it was helpful for their image.… Continue Reading

  • A pelican quota

    I find it amusing that we sometimes ignore beauty that’s close to home. Our family moved to Lanigan, SK before I started grade nine but I had never been to the nearby Quill Lakes area to check on their abundant bird population. I had driven by the signs, been mildy curious but never made it… Continue Reading

  • Anatomy of a wildlife shot

    There are strange things done in the creation of a wildlife shot. It’s late afternoon, early June in Kananaskis, Alberta. I find myself driving down a dusty road with my camera comfortably perched on my lap. The clouds have rolled in making it much darker than normal for the time of day. I’m scanning the… Continue Reading

  • Moody mountain road

    If parkways have personalities, this one has attitude. The Icefields Parkway between Lake Louise and Jasper is the most remarkable stretch of highway I have ever driven. As a young boy on family vacation, I was mesmerized by the scale of the mountains and their pure, raw beauty. My childhood memory is of blue skies,… Continue Reading