For the last two days I’ve been writing about my experiences photographing the town I have been staying in. Earlier in the summer I had offered to let the town’s marketing department look at my photos to see if they could use any. This kept me on my toes trying to find the most flattering… Continue reading One of the happiest photo-shoot happenstances
Occasionally I write purely for myself – just to remember parts of this trip through western Canuckistan that will mean little to you, but which I may need to remember one day when my memory starts to go. This is one such post. (Obviously, otherwise I wouldn’t be explaining all that.) Last week the same… Continue reading Another crazy little roundtrip or two!
Last month saw me on a farm in far northern Alberta, learning about harvesting and how to hunt geese. Yesterday, I found myself on a farm in the North Okanagan region of Canuckistan. A misty, chilly morning greeted us as we made our way to the barns to feed the chickens, dogs, barn cats and… Continue reading About dogs, cats, chickens, ducks, sheep and a lone alpaca
So, yesterday I was talking about my trip from Edmonton (in Alberta) to Quesnel (in British Columbia) and how Jasper National Park had waylaid me. But I got back on track as soon as I left the park, and sped into B.C. on a mission to get home. Have you ever met one of those… Continue reading The time I forgot where I was meant to be going but got there anyway
Winter came way earlier than normal in Alberta this year. By the time I got north to Fort Vermilion they had had snow for a few days and were wondering how they were going to get all their fields harvested. Apparently one can only harvest mostly-dry crops, although they do have a grain dryer to… Continue reading Harvesting, whatever it takes!
So, the whole Simpson clan and I were sitting around the dining room table for supper, when one of them suggested that I visit the impressive Alexandra and Louise Falls. “Sounds good,” said I. “I like waterfalls. How far are they?” “Oh, not far,” he replied. “Just across the border in the Northwest Territories. I’d… Continue reading A wee roadtrip to see a waterfall or two
The farming Simpsons tried to help me to see as many cool things as possible while with them for 4 nights last week. One evening ma Simpson offered to take me out to Prairie Point, a joint wildlife / farming area across the Peace River from their place. I was told they had seen something… Continue reading “Bear with me,” she said. “I’m sure we will see one soon.”
It’s -6°C outside. Up at 5.30am, I pull on old uncle Jim’s threadbare long johns, then my jeans and finally padded camo pants. On top it’s four layers, including camo too. Two pairs of socks, including a stretched pair granny Simpson knitted many years prior, should be enough. Gumboots and a toque (beanie) complete my… Continue reading Crying fowl: A city slicker goes goose hunting
I’m trying to take in as much of this area as possible in my last few days here. On a cloudy day this week I drove down to the Beavermouth Creek out along the Quesnel Hydraulic Road. (That was where I saw and shot the fox.) And, what with it being overcast, the photos just work… Continue reading To the Beaver’s brook in black and white
It’s still Thursday where I am, so I guess I get to do a Throwback Thursday! This one relates to something that happened two years ago, that impacted on me today. Back then I was going out a lot at night to shoot. This one particular evening at the end of September 2014 saw me… Continue reading Throwback Thursday: The Milky Way, Zombie Cows and a lost bit of photographic gear
Yesterday I wrote about my journey between Edmonton and Prince George, and the fact that I took several back roads, service roads and dirt roads – all in order to see more than just the highway. It started with a small lake at daybreak just before Jasper National Park, and ended with a detour to the mall… Continue reading Definitely the road less travelled, in this case
The Yellowhead Highway (Tete Jaune in French, if you wondered where the title of the post came from) runs east-west from British Columbia, through Alberta, then Saskatchewan and into Winnipeg, Manitoba – a total of around 2,960km. I have travelled the portion from Prince George, BC to Edmonton, Alberta, three times now. It is, undoubtedly… Continue reading Cruising Canuckistan on the Tete Jaune
My previous blog was a repost from my friend Helen who, like me, enjoys photography. Unlike me, she doesn’t get to go shooting as often as she would like (what with a very energetic toddler in the home). Last week we went for a little adventure in town, with said toddler along for the ride in his… Continue reading Love YEG, through my eyes
One minute it was summer and then, the next, it wasn’t, when the weather changed on the first of the month – with more rain and a chill in the air at dawn. With that, the trees started turning those golden hues that I knew I would see if I stayed here long enough. It’s… Continue reading A post about decaying stuff and cute ankle biters