Sunup In The Sanctuary
Saturday morning. It is 7:00 am and the the kettle on the stove is working up a steam for my …
Saturday morning. It is 7:00 am and the the kettle on the stove is working up a steam for my …
A grey gauzy sheet of cloud stretched loosely from eastern prairie to western mountain horizon is yet another herald of …
It is Sunday and I have a few hours to spare. I am dropped downtown with my camera in hand …
Sunday morning. On the way to groceries I pull into a Starbucks to while away an hour or so. The …
At Silvertip there’s another order of quiet stillness. The odd cawing of a raven, the angry chirruping of a red …
Spent the afternoon at the Canmore Folk Festival. Cloud clusters skimmed the peaks of the majestic Rockies and danced across …
Byron, from England, entertains the crowd. Poor Soul hasn’t found the Cafe yet You’ll have to bear with me on …