Wildlife photography is hard. You’re crawling through thorns like a discount Navy SEAL, sneezing your soul out because apparently the woods are 90% pollen, and somehow every animal within a 2-mile radius knows you’re coming.
But then you discover the kayak. The bright yellow, 18-foot-long, floating stealth machine.
Yes, I know.... This blog still exists. And no, you’re not imagining it — I haven’t posted here in… let’s say a while. Long enough that some of you probably assumed I’d wandered into the woods one day with my camera and just decided to live there.
Lately, I’ve been working on a Very Important Project, one that involves patience, perseverance, and standing in weird positions in public parks holding a camera aimed at trash cans.
2023 has been an eventful year everywhere but this blog. I've let the cobwebs pile up. Life has been rather busy, and the last thing I've had time to do is write. This has been the summer of wildlife photography!
In the whirlwind of 2023, my cousin made a bold move by relocating his entire clan a billion miles away to New Brunswick. Naturally, I couldn't resist the magnetic pull of curiosity and camaraderie, so off I went on a grand adventure.
If you're into freezing temperatures, magical tranquility, and starting a fire while everything is encased in a layer of freezing rain; winter camping in Frontenac is the weekend getaway for you!