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Last night, I watched an extraordinary documentary film. Being Caribou, is a National Film Board of Canada (NFB) production, shot on location and “en route” by Leanne Allison, the cinematographer half of a husband and wife team – the other half being wildlife biologist, park warden and writer, Karsten Heuer. The film traces a journey […]
Sabrina checking out the new addition to our reusable shopping bag collection For the past couple of days, my good friend, saddle pal, and western guide, Wilbur “Sparky” Rawlins, and I, have been working on a couple of pieces about our recent travels. Those should appear here at Burning Silo sometime soon. In the meantime, […]
This is my first real chance to sit down and write a post while on the road. That probably gives you some idea of the nature of the trip. My travel companion and I have been off wandering along backroads and rivers for the past week or so and rarely sitting around in places where […]
We’re back into the hot weather here. Tomorrow’s forecast shows 35C (around 95F). Don and I spent most of yesterday paddling up Kemptville Creek above Oxford Mills. There’s a put-in spot in the small park just above the dam (see above – click on all images for a larger view). As canoe trips go, this […]
I’m old enough to have known a world that was very different than the one I see around me now. In the world that I grew up in (c. 1960), the water in front of our cottage was clean and odorless year round. You didn’t worry too much if you swallowed a gulp or two […]
A few nights ago, I had a dream that I was walking through brush and sand alongside a busy highway. At a curve, I came to a place where it seemed I had to make a crossing, as the near side of the road became impassable. The road was a mess. Under construction, there were […]
In recent weeks, we’ve stopped to visit a pond which, in past years, teemed with life. There was a small heronry with a half-dozen active nests. Atop an immense snag, a pair of Osprey built a huge nest of sticks and could be seen raising their young each summer. Tree swallows skimmed above the water […]