Saturday Night on the 1100 Road

We had spent the day repairing bluebird nest boxes and were about sixty kilometres off highway 97 in ranch country west of Clinton. The freshly graded road allowed us to zip along at eighty if we chose to; we had averaged thirty; our eyes were too thirsty for colour and novelty after a winter of … Continue reading Saturday Night on the 1100 Road

A Siege of Herons: Connie Sobchak ponders the similarities between a heronry and a shopping mall

On the way to the Tsawwassen Ferry, as I inspect the trees at the base of the hill, I feel transported to a world where pterodactyls still fly in the skies: a colony of great blue herons live there. It’s hard to look at a heron without thinking of ancient times: their gangly legs, their … Continue reading A Siege of Herons: Connie Sobchak ponders the similarities between a heronry and a shopping mall

Bird Brain

Boxing Day we travelled to Lillooet to participate in the Christmas Bird Count. The travel checklist was varied: Bird books, binoculars, Christmas cookies for the social, pain killers in case the dog’s arthritis flared up, camera gear, hiking poles, laptops, a cheese tray (also for the social) and several layers of warm clothing. Snow swirled … Continue reading Bird Brain

In this moment, may you find joy. In this moment, may you find peace. In this moment, may you find a treasure in whatever is before you. Photo by Polek Rybczynski.

No pressure. I asked Polek to provide our Christmas Day feature photo. Challenging, he said. And then it came to him. What better image than the last secret compartment of an advent calendar to suggest the arrival of this super-charged day? He shared: This year, Rya introduced the candy-filled advent calendar to Tae. Tae is … Continue reading In this moment, may you find joy. In this moment, may you find peace. In this moment, may you find a treasure in whatever is before you. Photo by Polek Rybczynski.

Ice

The recent cold spell caught me unprepared for the many photo opportunities it offered; the day after I noticed the shimmering sheath of frost on the branches along the path leading to One Mile, the snow commenced and fell until the branches bent and shed their glory. (Fortunately, the feathery frost world has captured my … Continue reading Ice