At the Centre of the Garden.
In the Garden in Late Summer.
At the edge of town.
Some very old images that I've kept to help me think about my photography over time.
A walk in the woodlands near the university.
Along the footpath in Indian Battleground Park. Alberta.
Between the cemetery and the farm land.
At the camel festival.
A Small Hill in the Quarry.
A small hill being removed near the Oxbow of the Connecticut River. As a teenager, I drove by this quarry a few times a week. What is now sky was, then, all hill and woodlands. Little of the hill is left and the rocks are now being dug out of the ground, as time goes on forming a hole similar to the hill that once stood here.