The compass always points northward, and like its needle I inexplicably feel a pull in that direction wherever my dusty boots may happen to be. Situated northwards from my home at the top of Manitoba, the town of Churchill sits at the edge of the treeline and on the breezy shores of the Hudson Bay.
Returning is a beautiful thing; the same place at a different time, adding up to a wider perspective. This was my third return to Churchill (here is some field work from visit number…
It is tempting in life to want to see it all; to cover as much ground as possible and leave footprints in a long list of places. This breadth of experience does have its merits, but it also has its sacrifices: namely, depth within each experience. Personally, I increasingly value the depth side of experience and choose adventures that are more in the slow travel category these days rather than trying to see the entire map. There really is a big difference between…
When we hear a reference to “the north” an image of windswept tundra blanketed by snow and ice immediately rises to mind. That, or maybe Santa Claus. Even in the high arctic though, summer does arrive; the land takes on a very different look than that which we imagine and attracts seasonal animals that travel great distances to get there.
This past August I witnessed the brief northern summer for the first time with my own eyes and, of course, my camera. Returning…
This post is of a slightly different nature than usual: over the past two months I have spent a considerable amount of time with bears: black bears, grizzly bears, and polar bears. Every situation is different – the roadside encounter, alpine surprises on the trail, or actively tracking them on the tundra. Regardless, respect for an animal’s territory is always of paramount importance to minimize their stress level. Wanting to get too close is unrealistic,…
Summer tends to be a season that lures us out of the holes we disappear into come winter time. A flurry of festivals start up in middle of June and as soon as one ends another starts right up, all summer long. Therefore: summer = festival season. But with the waning light the season is slipping away and soon the last festival will be fested. So let’s enjoy these fleeting moments wholeheartedly.
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Camping season is upon us, and every weekend that I manage to sneak away from the city really is respite for my soul. Days stuck in shoes are balanced with days barefoot in a field; the noisiness of city night life is balanced with the noisiness of insect night life.
Funny how contrasts helps you appreciate both ends of the spectrum. Hot days and cool lakes. Sunshine and stars. Sunsets and stormy skies. Sweaty bodies and cold beers. Friends and mosquitoes. …
