Killarney Provincial Park is a national treasure.  This particular morning I got up early and paddled across George Lake to a spot I had staked out, and I witnessed this beautiful soft, misty sunrise.  The clouds seemed to frame the sun and the composition came together without difficulty.  After experiences like this I always think to myself that I should get up early more often. Still working on that.  

A slow November day and the promise of fog brought me to the Rockwood Conservation area for an afternoon, yielding a couple of my still-favourite images.  But my favourites change rather regularly, depending on which day you ask me.  

I took this photo 20 steps from the front door of my place at the time.  It reminds me that I do not have to travel to be in an interesting place full of beauty.  

The long exposure and moving water seems to make time stand still for me.  

I love the pine trees of the Canadian Shield.  They have such life and tenacity in the rugged environment. This was taken on a summer kayaking trip on Georgian Bay.    

I had hiked to this spot several times, but this time I made it a point to get up early, paddle across the lake, and be there when the sun was low, and the sky clear. I recall the morning distinctly, with the clouds and crisp blue sky adding something special to the moment. Killarney is one of the most beautiful places on earth, in my opinion.

I love foggy mornings.  Fog simplifies what you see, yet creates mystery, and changes an environment completely.  The creative possibilities are endless, and to this day whenever fog settles in, it triggers my imagination.  

This is the world premier of the colour version of this photo.  I shot this image back in the film days, envisioning it as a black and white image.  That seemed to have worked out- I have sold many prints of this image- but I also did a colour photo, on slide film, as an afterthought.  There was no reason not to.  The film was processed and sat on the shelf until now.  Drum roll, please…..  

I had a slow day one November, so I grabbed my camera and tripod, and had a blast. Something about fog that brings out a sense of mystery in a subject.

Mountains can create such interesting cloud formations. I had stopped a few times that day as I traversed Maine and New Hampshire, to try to create a photograph  with these unique clouds, that expressed something that I felt about the place. The moment finally presented itself late in the day, when the sun was low and the light made the subject take on that magical quality. I guess that’s why we photographers call it ‘the magic hour’.