In late May, Vilis and I spent six days based in Anchorage, on Alaska’s southwest coast. As our jet approached the city, gaps in cloud revealed range after range of snow-capped peaks and snow-st...
Blue sky. White puffy clouds. Ice-covered bay. All these enticed me to walk a few kilometres of the Butter Trail on a late winter afternoon six days before the spring equinox. The Butter Trail is a se...
Here in Nova Scotia, spring rain drips from grey sky, shrinking snow patches in our yard, woods, and meadows. On a morning walk, I noticed pussy willows brushing air with silvery softness, and black-c...
March in Nova Scotia is a changeover time caught between two seasons. Snow still lingers, blanketing fields and woods, but shrinking away from exposed patches of soil and grass. Temperatures bob aroun...