- On the chill ice of a quiet harbor a mother harbor seal watches over her single pup. In her true element, the great ocean, she is fast and fluid, her mottled markings making her practically invisible. Yet to the ice surface her instincts nave brought her, for it is here that the next generation must be born.
- Gathered on a rocky beach a small cluster of canada geese ready themselves for the next leg of their journey home in a small beach party. Spring is heralded in Nova Scotia by the Honk-A-Hink of the V shaped sketches across the sky of the returning geese.
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- The Peregrine, speed incarnate, rests on a rocky crag overlooking the rolling ocean. Reaching speeds of 440 kph he is beyond limits. This cheetah of the sky was brought back from the brink of extinction, the only limit it was feared it might not overcome. Yet in one of mankind's greatest environmental success stories, the fastest animal alive was brought back from the precipice, from a point where no eggs could be found in the wild to the point they now flourish across North America.
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This owl loves to hang out watching the river. Will a small animal wonder down to drink some water? Patients is a virtue. Good things come to those who wait.
I love the fall colors and the lighting in this image. This would be great for the fall theme during Thanksgiving week.
- Rat-a-tat-tat rings through the Maritime forest. This familiar sound announces the presence of the downy woodpecker, one of Nova Scotia's forest's more handsome residents.
- The soft swishing of waves as they lap against the fishing boats contrasts with the cry of seagulls in the sheltered cove on the coast of Atlantic Canada. Salty sea mists drifts through the air finding every buoy, net and dripping from the rigging.
- Fisherman's cove takes one back to a simpler time when small fishing boats lined the docks being readied for another day at sea. So close to Halifax and it's citadel fortress but in so many ways so far away this tiny settlement preserves the atmosphere of the old fishing village. Here brightly painted boats contrast with the weathered wood of fishing shacks, only a short distance from Peggy's Cove and Lunenburg.
- Splintering the still air with his bugling call, the Guardian stands, ever watchful, ever vigilant. As his breath drifts softly in foggy wisps in the morning's young hours, it seems all is at peace. His herd graces restfully under his watchful gaze. Even so, his keen sense of smell detects intruders. Their footfalls silent and dangerously close, despite the frosty grasses underneath. In an instant he will be fierce and terrible, as he charges to confront them, to the aid of his clan, his mighty rack of antlers more menacing than any sword blade. 6 foot powerful spikes wielded with the full anger of an 800 pound elk bearing down on them ... wolves beware!
- Fiery orange blends with cool shades of blue on a frosty Tequila Sunrise morning. Frost crystals sparkle on grasses bent under a late spring snow as the morning sun warms the marsh. A silent, magical moment, lasting but a few seconds transpires as a trio of ducks appear out of the cool mists hanging over the pond's waters. Gentle ripples flee before them teasing the burning reflections of the rising sun - a new morning is born.
