Okay, so I’m continuing to play with my scanner, which does a decent, if not brilliant job with photos.
Here are a handful of shots taken about 15 years ago in Algonquin Provincial Park in Ontario, several hours north and west of Toronto (Canadians measure distance by how long it takes to get there, not actual units of distance).
- A young bull checks out the forage at the side of the highway
- And hears someone taking pictures
- Beaver damned fine lake in the middle of the park
- A little washed out unfortunately, a crane surveys the water for signs of food
- Algonquin always reminds me of those films about geologic eras before dinosaurs
- He rose so beautifully among the grasses
- The blooms were so delicate
- Our national symbol blighted by some form of fungus
- The park squirrels were a lot less mangy than those in Toronto
This post really makes me want to go to Algonquin. I love it.
I adore the place.
In fact, I loved it so much that my wife and I got married there on one of the trails (Lookout Point) and then spent the afternoon hiking with our friends.
Look for some of those photos in a future post.