A yellow garden spider possesses a sense of timelessness in its appearance – so still and poised, its web bisected by lightning bolts of silk, the arachnid’s appearance itself shouting warning...
At 0800 I walked beneath clear skies from the Banff Centre to the Bow River Hoodoos Trail, the 3°C air nipping at my gloved hands. Tall, straight pines edged the trail, and I thought how different th...
Leaving behind days of rain that drenched lawns and gardens in northern Nova Scotia, Vilis and I flew away from sunrise early this morning, westward to Calgary. Cloud obscured much of the Canadian lan...
At 9 a.m., snowflakes fluttered down in thin confusion, no longer yesterday’s dense, wind-slanted sheets of dry, white precipitation. Diminished residue of a vast snowstorm that yesterday swept ...