I was out for my daily walk with Charles along the lakeshore today and it was such a dark and dreary day that I ran home and grabbed my camera. These shots aren’t the most uplifting, but for anyone who enjoys a good rainy day (despite it being mid-January) these images surely have a certain appeal.

I was at the cottage just getting ready to start the barbecue for dinner when my wife noticed this guy clinging to the side of the deck. He ended up hanging around for quite a while and over the course of our dinner he had changed his colours enough to more closely resemble the colour of the wood on the deck. Turns out he wasn’t a fan of corn, steak or a mosquito I had squashed when he tried to feast on my arm.

A view of an old cabin sitting so isolated on three small rock islands on Rabbit Lake, Temagami. I snapped this shot while skimming by in our fishing boat. Looked so serene and peaceful… the water had just settled into a perfect sheet of glass for the night and we were heading back to camp to make dinner. The water was so smooth in fact that even at the 15-20km/h we were zipping by at, we could see the pollen and bugs scattered across the surface of the water 50 feet ahead of us.

Truly one of those moments you just have to take in because no picture, however great, will never do it justice.

The calm before what was to become a 12-hour thunderstorm a friend and I weathered in a tent on Rabbit Lake, Temagami.

While on a fishing trip to Rabbit Lake, Temagami, we took some time to get out of the boat and hike down a trail that lead to the bottom of this dam. What was more interesting what the remnants of the original damn that we strewn all over the site. I imagine when this damn was built, the old wooden timbers form the original were just cast aside to rot away.

I was on a fishing trip with a friend early this summer and managed to snap this shot while rocketing along the lake in the fishing boat. The cottage is completely isolated on three small rocks that serve as mini islands on Rabbit Lake, Temagami.

This is a repost from three years ago. However, now that I’ve revisited my entire approach with how I wil use One Thousand Words I wanted to revisit it as this particular trip was a a truly meaningful experience that is still resonating with me today. In fact, I have a large 3.5 by 2-foot enlargement of this image framed and hanging in my studio directly across from my desk, so I actually see it just about every single day. Not just any photo could last that long in plain view I don’t think, at least not around me, if that offers any insight into the impact the beauty of this trip made on me.

We canoed into Little Misty Lake in Algonquin Park starting from an old logging access road in Kearney, Ontario. The day we broke trail it was cold, raining (all day while we were paddling) but had yet to snow yet that season. After the first night we woke to 24 inches of fresh snow and parts of the river icing over. It was a great initiation for Charlie as he learned the hard way swimming isn’t great this time of year.

On our way out of the park, there were many tress that had fallen under the wait of the snow and made the portages even more challenging. We were also trapped on the loggin road by serveral downed trees which we took turns cutting through with a small camping saw. Lucky for us we were prepared.