It has a long official name, but of course most people just refer to it as Tyrrell, or the dinosaur museum. It was named after a guy who accidentally discovered the first dinosaur fossil in Alberta – well, accidental in the sense that he wasn’t looking for fossils, but he knew one when he saw one, which is more than I can say. Continue reading
I smile, remembering the perfect quote for my post about listening to our future selves.
“Sometimes our impulses come to us from the future.”
I frown, realizing that I can’t swear to the wording. And although I remember the story clearly, I can’t remember the name of the novel or the author, so I can’t confirm or correct it. And just like that, the hunt is on.
Regrettably, Googling the half-remembered quote brings up interesting but not relevant sites about space aliens and time travel. Continue reading
Kenojuak Ashevak was one of Canada’s most acclaimed graphic artists. Her long list of achievements and honours is surpassed only by her stamina and good humour. – Dorset Fine Arts
Born in 1927 on Baffin Island, Kenojuak lived a traditional hunting lifestyle until moving to Cape Dorset in 1966 with her husband to give their children educational opportunities.
She may be one of the biggest reasons that Canadians – even those who have never been in the Arctic – recognize Inuit art as part of our culture.
Browse through her work here.
Watch her Heritage Minute here.
Enough with trying to capture flying, flaring, and diving birds. Let’s go with something completely different. But what?
I know! A bridge.
Here’s my first decent night shot.
The 1967 International and Universal Exposition: Expo 67 for short.
It was the 100th anniversary of Con-fed-er-eh-tion, and Expo 67 was our signature national event. Continue reading
Hanging around water birds, hoping for a flare close to shore, I notice that some of the birds have a really cute dive. They don’t just sink under the surface like the loons at home, nor do they just stick their head under the surface, like the mallards.
Instead, they do a little tuck and roll, like a pre-schooler starting a somersault, somehow lifting off the water just a tad before disappearing. Sploosh. I immediately decide I need a picture of these birds as they get some air between them and the water. Continue reading
Another household name, eh? Maybe not so much.
A Northern resident, Paul Landry is an Arctic and Antarctic explorer (as part of Team N2i) and a Medal of Bravery recipient (see article here and citation here). So we might know his name for two reasons. I know I didn’t, although a Norwegian reporter seemed to.
Sigh.
This post is not really about photography.
Well, not only.
I want to take wonderful freeze-frame photos of birds in flight. You know the kind of thing, I’m sure. I mean, how hard can it be?
Well, pretty hard. Those pesky things are far away and/or moving fast. Or both, dagnab it. And so I have a large and growing category: fuzzy birds in flight. Continue reading
The Brier is the annual Canadian men’s curling championship. The Big Guy and I have attended it in Edmonton, Calgary (twice), Winnipeg, and Ottawa (twice), along with hockey-arenas-full of friendly strangers, calling out their province names.
These days, it’s the Tim Horton’s Brier — before that it was the Nokia Brier, the Labatt Brier, and the Macdonald Brier — but it’s just the Brier unless you’re in the sponsor’s marketing department, or the broadcaster with the TV rights. Continue reading
Posted: 2025 Aug 20
