Sacred Spaces

A break in the links to reveal a stunning view. Read More ›

The tracks of life through the midst of buildings, framed by metal fence links. Read More ›

White stretches as far as the eye can see. Even the sky is that grey-white that speaks to clouds heavy with snow that will be brought to earth momentarily. Read More ›

The fingers of the evergreen tree reach out towards me with a startling directness. Read More ›

Northern Cardinal. How majestic you are. Read More ›

My mother grew up not far from where this photo was taken in The Land of Living Skies - Saskatchewan. Mum was raised mostly in Rouleau, about a 40 minute drive southwest of Regina on the flattest piece of land imaginable; a place where in the winter the wind, as Colter Wall sings, will cut you half in two. Read More ›

Rippled bark marked with chasms and canyons. A knot cracked and opened, revealing inner tender skin. Burls adorned with mustard toppings. Shadings of cream, caramel and chocolate. Read More ›

The serenity of the view speaks to the wandering soul. Read More ›

A lonely ship passes by destination unknown, moving on seeking a place to be welcomed home. Read More ›

Imagine the bustle of people walking by and by. Day by day being watched by the monuments attentive eyes above. Read More ›

The warm light illuminates the cozy confines of a cluttered shop, twinkling off the colours, inviting people within. Read More ›

The stillness of the summer day opens up before you and I, the only sound between us the clicking of cicadas and the cool breeze stirring up the long grass between our feet. Read More ›