“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul”. John Muir. There is much to be said about wandering aimlessly in the forest. Once you head off the path, you need to start making your own choices, and living with the consequences of those choices. MacMillan Provincial Park, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.
One of the beautiful things about being up high in the mountains at dusk is the low angle the sun makes during its final minutes of the day. A halo of light glows though the thick winter coat of this Rocky Mountain goat (Oreamnos americanus) as it grazes in the high altitude meadows leading down from snowbird pass. The blue gray in the upper left is the Robson glacier. Mt Robson Provincial Park, British Columbia, Canada.
A shot taken just before Ness Lake froze a week ago of some Trumpeter Swans who were passing though on their annual migration. Interestingly these swans are actually flying North to winter over on the Crooked River north of Prince George where warm springs keep parts of the river open all year. The trumpeter swan (Cygnus buccinator) is the heaviest living bird native to North America and the largest waterfowl in the world with a wingspan that can exceed 10 ft (3.0 m). Ness Lake, Northern British Columbia, Canada.
