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Morning Has Broken

Morning Has Broken

There are times that being a farmer’s daughter comes in handy. Having an internal 5:30 am alarm clock is one of the perks, especially if you want to take photos at “The Golden Hour” just as the sun rises. As many of you know, I have taken a plethora...
Sit Tall in the Saddle

Sit Tall in the Saddle

Have you ever had a week when the world just wasn’t spinning in your direction? I must admit to having such a week and as I prep my camera and Jeep for a head-cleansing drive south down my favourite Cowboy Trail, I am looking for some solace on the open road. I...
Where The Wild Things Are

Where The Wild Things Are

No, this is not a story about the wonderful children’s book by Maurice Sendak (but wouldn’t that be awesome?). It IS a short story about one of my most favourite things I have been lucky to experience while living here in Alberta. Whenever I get a chance...
What breaks at daybreak?

What breaks at daybreak?

Margaret Atwood writes “What breaks at daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out the light?” This past week I was the lucky one to witness daybreak, that cracking of the egg, at wonderful, magical...