“Why does it always rain when we go to Manitou Beach?” It doesn’t always, but when you wake up on a Saturday morning and the rain is drizzling like a Vancouver winter, it seems like a good day for a soak in a hot mineral spa.
Where the wind blows this summer
I can’t believe it’s already six years since I visited Windscape Kite Festival in Swift Current.
Seeing Saskatchewan in a different light
I always wanted to try infrared photography. It always seemed so mysterious. I guess that’s what makes it so appealing.
A Found Photograph
Back when I was a kid I received a home darkroom developing kit. Last weekend, I decided to haul it up from the basement. I found a paper envelope in the kit. Inside, a black and white negative.
Bunking with History: The Magazine School
To describe the midsummer day as sweltering would be an understatement. The thermometer had soared past 35° C shortly after noon. At 5:30 p.m. I’m slouched in one of two big wicker chairs on the porch of a 100-year-old log cabin.
Sentinels
As long as I remember, these towering sentinels have stood watch over the town. At bedtime, I would gaze into the darkness to find reassurance in those patient silhouettes. Beneath them, the industry that gave the town its life and its livelihood banged and thumped and hummed hypnotically.