Log Life

One mossy log, one goose, one leg. That's the whole picture. He'd clearly found the best spot on the water — a half-submerged log catching just the right amount of afternoon sun — and had absolutely no intention of giving it up. Standing there on one leg, feathers warmed through, watching the ripples go by. Perfectly balanced, perfectly unbothered. Sometimes the quietest frames are the ones that stick with you.

Wings and Water

No particular reason. No fish, no threat, no drama. Just a group of seagulls doing what seagulls do — splashing around in the shallows off Bowen Island on an ordinary afternoon. But then a few of them lifted off at the same time, wings out, water droplets flying, and for a fraction of a second it looked like something out of a painting. The dark treeline behind them turned the whole scene into a study in contrast — all that white and movement against near-black — and suddenly the most unremarkable moment became the best frame of the day. That's the thing about wildlife photography. You're not always waiting for something extraordinary. Sometimes you just point the camera at the ordinary and let it surprise you.

On The Hunt For The Last Salmon

A quiet, rainy afternoon in Campbell River. We were so happy when we spotted him — a big black bear, already deep in the river, working his way across the rocks in search of the last salmon of the season. By this point in late fall the salmon run is nearly over, and the bears know it. There's a certain focused energy to them at this time of year, a last push to pack in as much as they can before winter sets in. He moved slowly through the water, completely absorbed in the task, his thick coat soaked through and glistening. We watched him, half-hidden behind the autumn branches — all those warm oranges and yellows framing him against the grey of the river and the mossy rocks behind. He looked up once, clocked us, decided we weren't worth the bother, and went right back to fishing.

From Fluff to Fearless

The kits grow up way too fast. I absolutely adore their tiny, playful stage, but there's something equally special about watching them grow into brave, curious young foxes, ready to explore the world around them.

Guardian of the Den

Daddy Fox is the den's faithful protector and provider. Thanks to his care and hard work, the kits always have a stash of tasty treats to nibble on.

Full Curl

We were somewhere between Banff and Jasper when we had to stop. A bighorn sheep ram had simply decided that the road — or at least the area right next to it — was his for the moment, and he wasn't in any particular hurry to change that. He stood there with those enormous full-curl horns, completely at ease, while the Icefields Parkway stretched out behind us and the snow-striped mountains rose up behind him. He didn't seem to register us as anything worth worrying about. Just stood his ground, looked out across the valley, and let us admire him for a while. One of those unplanned stops that ends up being one of the most memorable part of the drive.

Quiet Contemplation

A red fox mother sits quietly at her den on a wet spring day, her rain-damp fur glowing softly as she gazes into the falling rain

The First Flakes

It started snowing while we were still in the forest — big, lazy flakes drifting down through the trees. And right there in the middle of it, a small family of deer, completely unbothered. They didn't startle. They didn't move on. They just stood among the pines, the snow settling lightly on their ears and backs, looking around with that calm, steady gaze deer have. The autumn colours were still there in the background — warm oranges and greens — which made the whole scene feel a little surreal, like winter had arrived slightly ahead of schedule and nobody had told the forest yet. This one turned to look at me for a moment. Long enough to get the shot.

Tofino Eagles

The fishing boat was still making its towards the northern tip of Tofino when the eagles appeared — first one, then two, then many more, lifting off from the treeline and riding the updrafts into the grey sky above. It had been a foggy afternoon on Vancouver Island. The mountains behind had completely disappeared into the clouds, leaving nothing but that deep blue-grey wash as a backdrop. And into that, the eagles climbed. They spread out naturally, one swinging wide and low, the other holding a little higher and further back, both of them tracking the boat below with that unhurried focus eagles have. They knew the routine. A returning fishing boat means scraps, and scraps mean an easy meal. No urgency — just a slow, wide circle while they waited to see what the catch would bring. I watched them for a while before I raised the camera. There was something quietly beautiful about the whole scene: the fog sitting heavy on the forest, the two birds working the sky together, those bright white heads catching what little light there was against all that dark. Vancouver Island handed me this one. I just had to be paying attention.

Short Eared Owl

Owl in flight.

Annas lapping up the pollen

Annas pollinating

Poetic Skies

A Monashee mountainside is dominated by thick, grey fog that partially obscures the dense evergreen forest below, and high above the thick atmospheric moody weather, an osprey, head down with its impressive wingspan, is on the hunt, scanning the land below. As it glides on ethereal skies, I track it through my viewfinder, waiting for that perfect moment of magic to come together with light, mist, mountain, and mood.

The hummingbird hawk-moth is a butterfly

The hummingbird hawk-moth is a butterfly with a thick body that is often seen during the day on fine days, hovering like a hummingbird (hence its other common name of hummingbird hawk-moth) to sip nectar from flowers using its long proboscis 1/800 sec f/11 ISO 800 Nikon DSLR with 100 mma macro-lens.

Bald Eagle

Immature Eagle in flight.

Eastern Grey Squirrel in Tree

My local young Eastern Grey Squirrel loves suet. Here, after I chased him away from my suet, he waits to descend once again to battle me.

Eastern Grey Squirrel with Suet

My local Eastern Grey Squirrel, a youngster, loves suet. He seems so friendly, I felt guilty about chasing him away for the first 30 minutes while I attempted to photograph birds.

Red-winged Blackbird in Tree

A Red-winged Blackbird in a coniferous tree in early June, Manitoulin Island, Canada.

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Oh Hello

This Lynx was way more photogenic than its kitten, She came back to where i seen them and sat under the tree for a few minutes for me and just hung out to say hello . Lynx are a funny animal never scared and always curious.

Log Life

One mossy log, one goose, one leg. That's the whole picture. He'd clearly found the best spot on the water — a half-submerged log catching just the right amount of afternoon sun — and had absolutely no intention of giving it up. Standing there on one leg, feathers warmed through, watching the ripples go by. Perfectly balanced, perfectly unbothered. Sometimes the quietest frames are the ones that stick with you.

Wings and Water

No particular reason. No fish, no threat, no drama. Just a group of seagulls doing what seagulls do — splashing around in the shallows off Bowen Island on an ordinary afternoon. But then a few of them lifted off at the same time, wings out, water droplets flying, and for a fraction of a second it looked like something out of a painting. The dark treeline behind them turned the whole scene into a study in contrast — all that white and movement against near-black — and suddenly the most unremarkable moment became the best frame of the day. That's the thing about wildlife photography. You're not always waiting for something extraordinary. Sometimes you just point the camera at the ordinary and let it surprise you.

On The Hunt For The Last Salmon

A quiet, rainy afternoon in Campbell River. We were so happy when we spotted him — a big black bear, already deep in the river, working his way across the rocks in search of the last salmon of the season. By this point in late fall the salmon run is nearly over, and the bears know it. There's a certain focused energy to them at this time of year, a last push to pack in as much as they can before winter sets in. He moved slowly through the water, completely absorbed in the task, his thick coat soaked through and glistening. We watched him, half-hidden behind the autumn branches — all those warm oranges and yellows framing him against the grey of the river and the mossy rocks behind. He looked up once, clocked us, decided we weren't worth the bother, and went right back to fishing.

From Fluff to Fearless

The kits grow up way too fast. I absolutely adore their tiny, playful stage, but there's something equally special about watching them grow into brave, curious young foxes, ready to explore the world around them.

Guardian of the Den

Daddy Fox is the den's faithful protector and provider. Thanks to his care and hard work, the kits always have a stash of tasty treats to nibble on.

Full Curl

We were somewhere between Banff and Jasper when we had to stop. A bighorn sheep ram had simply decided that the road — or at least the area right next to it — was his for the moment, and he wasn't in any particular hurry to change that. He stood there with those enormous full-curl horns, completely at ease, while the Icefields Parkway stretched out behind us and the snow-striped mountains rose up behind him. He didn't seem to register us as anything worth worrying about. Just stood his ground, looked out across the valley, and let us admire him for a while. One of those unplanned stops that ends up being one of the most memorable part of the drive.

Quiet Contemplation

A red fox mother sits quietly at her den on a wet spring day, her rain-damp fur glowing softly as she gazes into the falling rain

The First Flakes

It started snowing while we were still in the forest — big, lazy flakes drifting down through the trees. And right there in the middle of it, a small family of deer, completely unbothered. They didn't startle. They didn't move on. They just stood among the pines, the snow settling lightly on their ears and backs, looking around with that calm, steady gaze deer have. The autumn colours were still there in the background — warm oranges and greens — which made the whole scene feel a little surreal, like winter had arrived slightly ahead of schedule and nobody had told the forest yet. This one turned to look at me for a moment. Long enough to get the shot.

Tofino Eagles

The fishing boat was still making its towards the northern tip of Tofino when the eagles appeared — first one, then two, then many more, lifting off from the treeline and riding the updrafts into the grey sky above. It had been a foggy afternoon on Vancouver Island. The mountains behind had completely disappeared into the clouds, leaving nothing but that deep blue-grey wash as a backdrop. And into that, the eagles climbed. They spread out naturally, one swinging wide and low, the other holding a little higher and further back, both of them tracking the boat below with that unhurried focus eagles have. They knew the routine. A returning fishing boat means scraps, and scraps mean an easy meal. No urgency — just a slow, wide circle while they waited to see what the catch would bring. I watched them for a while before I raised the camera. There was something quietly beautiful about the whole scene: the fog sitting heavy on the forest, the two birds working the sky together, those bright white heads catching what little light there was against all that dark. Vancouver Island handed me this one. I just had to be paying attention.

Short Eared Owl

Owl in flight.

Annas lapping up the pollen

Annas pollinating

Poetic Skies

A Monashee mountainside is dominated by thick, grey fog that partially obscures the dense evergreen forest below, and high above the thick atmospheric moody weather, an osprey, head down with its impressive wingspan, is on the hunt, scanning the land below. As it glides on ethereal skies, I track it through my viewfinder, waiting for that perfect moment of magic to come together with light, mist, mountain, and mood.

The hummingbird hawk-moth is a butterfly

The hummingbird hawk-moth is a butterfly with a thick body that is often seen during the day on fine days, hovering like a hummingbird (hence its other common name of hummingbird hawk-moth) to sip nectar from flowers using its long proboscis 1/800 sec f/11 ISO 800 Nikon DSLR with 100 mma macro-lens.

Bald Eagle

Immature Eagle in flight.

Eastern Grey Squirrel in Tree

My local young Eastern Grey Squirrel loves suet. Here, after I chased him away from my suet, he waits to descend once again to battle me.

Eastern Grey Squirrel with Suet

My local Eastern Grey Squirrel, a youngster, loves suet. He seems so friendly, I felt guilty about chasing him away for the first 30 minutes while I attempted to photograph birds.

Red-winged Blackbird in Tree

A Red-winged Blackbird in a coniferous tree in early June, Manitoulin Island, Canada.

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Oh Hello

This Lynx was way more photogenic than its kitten, She came back to where i seen them and sat under the tree for a few minutes for me and just hung out to say hello . Lynx are a funny animal never scared and always curious.