On May 24th weekend, I picked the first huckleberries of the season while descending the stairs to town. I was supposed to be doing hill repeats but those glossy purple berries were too juicy to resist. Now, here it is the end of July and my hands are still stained from the berries I stopped … Continue reading Berry Picking
On August 1, 2016, celebrate BC Day with Tourism Pemberton & Destination British Columbia by joining an Instameet! Meet at the Pemberton Visitor Centre on Hwy 99 at 6:30 PM to connect with fellow photographers and Instagrammers and share some BC Day adventures. The evening will include a stroll around One Mile Lake and stops … Continue reading Tourism Pemberton is hosting an Instameet on August 1
This, via my favourite reptilian correspondent, @pembyboa, the instagram alter-ego of Dr Leslie Anthony. Anthony spotted this albino banana slug in 2009 on a hike to Garibaldi Lake. He hasn't seen once since, until July 9, during Whistler's Bioblitz, (the 10th!) when participants found three albino banana slugs on two different sections of trail. What … Continue reading Sighted: Albino banana slugs!
Since moving back home to Pemberton in 2013, I have been committed to creating a reputation as a photographer of people, of celebrations, smiles and memories. I'm a people person, and I can't wait to share some of these moments with you in the future. But do you want to know a secret? Landscapes are my … Continue reading Scorned Timber
"Don't let me sit there by myself," jokes Mayor Mike Richman. "The coffee and the conversation will be good." Stop by for a pick-me-up and shoot the breeze as you check out the Farmers' Market activity and goodies.
I was strolling through Pemberton on Tuesday. Doin’ my Tuesday thing, grocery shopping, banking, going to the bakery, physio… a usual Tuesday around town. A habit I picked up in Halifax is that I look up when I’m walking around. I look up and look at people. This surprises people, but the overwhelming response is … Continue reading Strolling through Pemberton
We were out searching for Barred Owl, our eyes trained on perches where we’d seen them before, ears straining for any squawking sounds. About fifteen metres up an old cottonwood tree, I spied a perfectly owl-sized hole and we stopped to check it out with our binoculars. The hole was spectacularly vacant and remained that … Continue reading The Owl Hole
I have family out east, who say they feel claustrophobic in the mountains - they like the wide skies of their flatland home. I'm sympathetic. But I like these mountains that hold up our sky. And the glimpses of sky and all its drama and glory. Thanks to Shayla Wallace for her ongoing Saturday posts. … Continue reading Shayla Wallace keeps an eye on the sky
Halfway down the valley, in the dark, something slithered onto the floor, irrevocably, undoubtedly, lost somewhere in the vehicle. Logically, I know things are not really lost, just misplaced, but if you don’t retrieve them immediately, they slip out of your consciousness and might as well have vanished. It is hard enough to recall the … Continue reading The Noise in the Car
Last week, I met with Clare Hanbury, the Vice Principal at Signal Hill, and Tanina Williams, an Aboriginal cultural support worker, to hear about a Blanket Ceremony I'd caught a glimpse of via Facebook. More about that tomorrow. I'm so thrilled Clare agreed to write about that incredible initiative for the Wellness Almanac, and look forward … Continue reading The Blanket Ceremony at Signal Hill
The Wellness Almanac 