I wonder how often people take the turnoff to Bradwell. If you’re in a hurry, you’ll just blow by the Bradwell access sign like it’s not even there. But it’s well worth the trip into town to visit Hank’s Tavern at the Bradwell Hotel.
“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.
I can’t believe it’s already six years since I visited Windscape Kite Festival in Swift Current.
I always wanted to try infrared photography. It always seemed so mysterious. I guess that’s what makes it so appealing.
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.
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.