Sunday, June 13, 2010

white and dainty

White Heather (for her close up)

Today I decided to focus on the secret life of the wee arctic flower. While snapping away I noticed the little wee fly seek a hiding spot. Doing God's work helping to pollinate the eager blossoms, the little fly was small enough to hide among the pistols.

A loonie provides some perspective.

Mountain Avens up close and personal.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

a stranger in our midst

While enjoying the fine weather, I heard the unmistakable call of a southern songbird. The elusive fellow sat on a rock long enough for a blurry portrait. Sparrow!

What are you doing here? Though I haven't lived in the north long, this is the first time I've heard it's distinctive call.

Kamik looking devilishly wolfish. We're on edgy terms since she has been behaving badly. I cannot fault her behaviour too much, since she's had to deal with the neighbour who decided to stone her while I was at work one afternoon. She definitely isn't timid. Alan sorted things out.

Wet feet are worth the time out on the squishy tundra, Kamik had a good run, finding pools of water and scraps of bone while Alan and I, ever in awe, took in the vistas.

I will never tire of the big land, and sky.

Always glad to find a new treasure, we came across this tiny plant on our hike. It's blossoms no bigger than my pinky fingernail but grows in a thick cluster.
If anyone can identify this plant, please let me know, it is a low growing early bloomer.