Blue Rocks, Canada (16 June 2007)
Gray day in coastal Nova Scotia.
Deer Lake, Canada (23 June 2007)
Migrating Atlantic salmon at Big Falls, Sir Richard Squires Park
Port Rexton, Canada (24 Sep 2008)
Newfoundland cliffs from the Skerwink Trail
Humber Arm, Canada (3 Apr 2010)
Where on earth are they now?
Gros Morne National Park, Canada (4 Apr 2010)
A rock fish with a heart, just emerged from winter snows along a remote lakeshore in Gros Morne National Park
Cape Breton, Canada
Contemplating the sunset on the Cabot Trail, on the shores of Cape Breton
Montreal River, Ontario (29 June 2010)
Contemplating the setting sun over Lake Superior
Mt. Athabasca, Canada (9 Aug 2010)
North face of Mt Athabasca in the Columbia Icefields
Buttle Lake, Canada (4 June 2012)
Reflections in the lake.
Blue Rocks, Nova Scotia (16 June 2013)
Fishing gear, Blue Rocks harbour
Peggy's Cove, Canada (16 Jun 2013)
Buoys for lobster traps set against the wall of an old fishing storage shed.
Lunenburg, Canada (16 Jun 2013)
Faded glory - fishing pictures at an abandoned wharf
Fishing floats through a fishing storage shed window at mid-day
Peggy's Cove lighthouse on a dull day
Peggy's Cove lighthouse across the bay from the washed granite shores
Lobster boats in Blue Rocks harbour
Salt Harbour, Newfoundland (5 September 2013)
Seaside houses in remote rural Newfoundland
Twillingate, Canada (29 Aug 2013)
Sunrise at Twillingate
Nanaimo, Canada (17 Jan 2015)
Fishing boat reflection in Nanaimo harbour (180 degrees rotation). Note that this is the same boat from the previous photo, taken 2 years earlier
Wheelhouse reflections - Nanaimo harbour diversity through the wheelhouse.
Little Qualicum, Canada (22 Jan 2015)
A late, rainy afternoon in the rainforest. f/22 and neutral density filter for the long 30 second exposure and smoothing out of the rapids
"I am in love with this world...I have tilled its soil, I have gathered its harvest, I have waited upon its seasons, and always have I reaped what I have sown.
I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed its deserts, felt the sting of its frosts,
the oppression of its heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have beauty and joy
waited upon my goings and comings.” (John Burroughs)
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