I know we’ve still got some way to go until snow and winter but these images have a little story behind them … My friend Tim’s father arrived at the house a few weeks back with a camera SD card in hand. He had found it in the grass at his favourite park, where, he… Continue reading “Cool” found photos
… on a cool winter’s morning.
Yes indeed, spring is officially come here in the Cariboo. To celebrate, I went for a little walk just before sunset. I traipsed through the snow, marvelled at the bare trees, and slid down an iced-up trail on hands and knees while trying to scramble out of a white gully, my breath fogging up my… Continue reading Spring is come. Finally.
Until early January I was loving winter. Then I took a trip to the warmer climes of South Africa and Madagascar for five weeks. Since arriving back in Canuckistan in early February winter hasn’t been quite as kind. It has been colder than before I left, granted, but that wasn’t the problem. After a week… Continue reading A jaunt to clear away the cobwebs
I was chatting to a friend down in South Africa, who told me the season has turned – that the evenings are getting chillier, a sure sign that Autumn is near. The next thing she said was, “which means that it’s almost summer up in Canuckistan!” And so I went outside to check – up… Continue reading Why God created long johns …
Tomorrow I will be leaving Canuckistan bound for France, and then South Africa a week later. In all I hope to be away for no longer than 5 weeks (if visas and other things fall into place as they should.) As I won’t be in Canuckistan for five weeks, I can’t exactly blog here about… Continue reading One final glance at Canuckistan for now
So far I have learnt to play a form of hockey, gone skiing, been on a sleigh ride and caught fish through a hole in the ice in the past month. After all, I was told that if one didn’t get active and into the fresh air in winter that one could go a little… Continue reading The final winter activity: Snowshoeing
The most obvious winter sport for me to have tried (apart from hockey and ice-fishing) would have to be skiing. Not the cross-country type, which involves gliding gracefully along beautifully manicured tracks. No, I’m talking terrifying, eye-watering, hair-raising downhill (skiing) … I have skied once before – as an 18-year-old exchange student, when I was… Continue reading If you aint crashing, you aint skiing
The first winter activity I attempted here in Canuckistan was hockey – the type on ice, of course. Next came ice fishing. That’s when you get up way earlier than any sane person should be awake, stock up on Timmy’s coffee, drive to a frozen lake, wade out through the slushy snow to a point… Continue reading There’s a fine line between fishing & freezing out on the ice
One Ashleigh Brilliant once remarked: “This is serious: some of the things that are supposed to last the rest of my life are already wearing out,” and I, sadly, am discovering just that about my body. Not one to shrink back from adventure, I have thrown myself into any activities winter and my friends can… Continue reading To show our simple skill, that is the true beginning of our end
Just hear those sleigh bells Jingling ring ting tingling too Come on it’s lovely weather For a sleigh ride together with you Outside the snow is falling And friends are calling Yoo hoo Come on it’s lovely weather For a sleigh ride together with you Giddy up giddy up giddy up, Let’s go, let’s look… Continue reading Come on it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride …
I really enjoy what many people over here do with their trees over Christmas. So creative. So festive. So colourful. This is a house not far from where I live that I snapped one bracing evening while out walking. Some homes have much more elaborate decorations, but I love the simplicity of this one.
Adventures in a snow-adorned park with a fellow photographer.
The thing that almost kills me every day with all the gunk that it pours into the air is also one of my favourite photography subjects: the pulp mill closest to my home. As ugly as it is, I find it beautiful – especially at night, with all its vibrant colours. I hate taking photos… Continue reading A beautiful kind of ugly