I try to take a 360-degree approach when I’m out exploring and taking pictures. I take some shots of what I see, then turn and turn and turn, making sure I don’t miss anything. Some places draw me back for more. Dorothy, the Atlas Mine and Rawley are my Alberta favourites. I’m keeping a mental… Continue reading Do you see enough?
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The summer of ’99: a Jeep, Ricky Martin, movies and drive-in theatres
Let’s hit rewind on my life. We’re going all the way back to 1999. My best friend’s name was Jacqui. She had a navy blue Jeep and we bounced around Kamloops with Ricky Martin’s Livin’ La Vida Loca blasting from the stereo. We were young, heading for our 30s and making sure we sucked the… Continue reading The summer of ’99: a Jeep, Ricky Martin, movies and drive-in theatres
The stories behind the buildings of Tranquille
I love a good story. Tim McLeod, development manager of Tranquille Farm Fresh, tells one. Or two. As a pickup truck pulled our wagon around the old streets of the Tranquille settlement, McLeod took the scattered threads of the area’s history and wove them into a colourful quilt. There’s the one about how Tranquille got… Continue reading The stories behind the buildings of Tranquille
A walk along the river
It was time to get out of the house. Entrepreneurship can bring with it a serious case of cabin fever. Sure, I got out of the house on Wednesday for coffee with a friend. But nothing compares to a walk in the fresh air with my best pal, Shep. We jumped in the truck and… Continue reading A walk along the river
No destination
We haven’t been very good explorers. The snow laid heavy on our plans throughout the winter, knowing many back roads in our new area are unnavigable during the colder months. With warmer temperatures in our recent past and the sun gleaming out of the great blue sky yesterday, we set out in search of adventure.… Continue reading No destination
Up to my knees in snow
It’s covered in inches and inches and inches of fluffy white stuff. And that makes exploring tough. But it didn’t deter Shep, my trusty co-pilot, and I from jumping in the truck and seeing what Paul Lake Road had to offer my lens. I recall an ill-prepared camping trip to Paul Lake some time in… Continue reading Up to my knees in snow