• Choosing regular rejection

    After considerable self analysis, I have determined that I am neither scary nor obsessed with popularity. Both theories get put to the test regularly while photographing skittish animals. Wildlife may tolerate my presence from a distance but only until I’m almost close enough to take a photo. Then the place clears out like I am… Continue Reading

  • Perfect

    Why am I coming back to where I’ve never been? I have wandered here before! The sun is warm with a cool edge The leaves are falling away. The stubble sea is glowing gold A combine has come and gone. I drive alone in good company But scanning for something more. Creatures appear in tall… Continue Reading

  • A confident grouse

    I was left in awe with displays of pure, raw confidence this past weekend. It’s no secret that a grouse’s best defence is camouflage. It’s surprising they didn’t snicker under their breath as I passed close by without seeing anything. They just stood motionless as only a confident grouse can (at least that’s what I… Continue Reading

  • Incurable attraction

    Sometimes the easy answer is the right one. I have spent considerable time this week trying to figure out this conundrum. I get bored at stoplights, frustrated by meaningless conversations and rarely watch a movie twice. Yet I am perfectly happy to go back to the same spot to watch water tumbling over rocks and… Continue Reading

  • A simpler time

    It feels like it was about 250 years ago when I was a small boy growing up in a small town. Life was simple but good. Entertainment consisted mostly of playing whatever the neighbourhood kids were playing outdoors. Perhaps that was because we didn’t have a lot of “screen time” on our black and white… Continue Reading

  • Saskatchewan magic

    A setting sun Receding heat, calm air and … quiet A doe, a fawn and a field All bathed in magic light The doe looks up and waits A stranger has entered the scene The fawn looks up, then nibbles again The stranger savors the seconds The doe leaves The fawn follows The memory lives