My experience in the arctic was immeasurable in it's variety, scope and adventures.

I have moved back to my home province of Ontario and find I miss the haunting beauty of the north, the winter sky with all the universe on display, it's dancing aurora, and the feeling of cold air on my face.

I will miss my pintail visitors, buntings and ravens (for all that they are).  Below is a video of a raven who had been listening to a neighbours dog bark, then tried it for himself..remarkable bird!

My beauty

Queen of the land

My dog came with me to enjoy a peaceful life, free from the abuse and violence which she was subjected to; before you judge me she is a husky, an outdoor dog who rarely wanted to be indoors no matter the weather.

Under the snow at my door

These are my final images taken in 2015.

Thank you to all who have taken interest in my blog and blossoming photography skills (see what I did there?).

Autumn on the tundra

Apex Melting

'tis the season

The red plumage of the ground plants is a sure sign of autumn. The leaves start turning in late July, but I remain in denial until the tempertures convince me that it is true.
It was a fine Saturday afternoon to go see if the hills are ready to give up their fruit. Yup they are, and so the three of us went a picking. Kamik was a good puppy not running off with strangers (as she has done) instead she caught on quickly to berry picking. In using good sense she didn't raid the basket but stole the berries out from the patch. Happily she nibbled the berries while we picked. Frequently we sent her to find her own patch of berries to enjoy. She has yet to figure out how to drop them into the basket.

Katie and Kamik picking berries.

The hills offer a beautiful view and an opportunity to race.