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Many expressed concern or even restrained/politely withheld “ridicule” to my going out in this blowing snow. They were all right, the sky was mostly gloom and doom and one could not see much but for a split second, just a blink of the eye, the sun peeped through in all this mess – is it worth it? Well, you be the judge! :)
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It was a freezing crisp day, -27 in Park Voyageur. This is the little footbridge that leads to the frozen lake. There was not a soul out there in this cold, not even the birds or deer or squirrels, just River and me, the “die-hards”. :)
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The doe was playing with two of her fawns and my dog/”fawn” River when they all heard a dog barking from outside the woods. All of a sudden she stopped, pricked up her eyes and listened intently in order to determine if real danger was approaching. I thought this would make a good card for the group Art for Conservation as the doe wold be “on guard” for nature! :) Donation to charity / 50% of the proceeds of the sale of this image will be donated to Nature Canada
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The doe was playing with two of her fawns and my dog/”fawn” River when they all heard a dog barking from outside the woods. All of a sudden she stopped, pricked up her eyes and listened intently in order to determine if real danger was approaching.
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Back in the deep summer, when all were in blossom and the leaves were rich in color and taste, the doe had plenty of time to experience the “other things” in life than just search for food. One day she decided to figure out what creature it was that I carried around with me and pushed at the top of the “head” from time to time to make a sound. She came so close to the lens that I had to quickly change to a wide-angle one in order to take this photo. Right after that instant, she took another step further to “pat” my “pet” with her tongue! :) Donation to charity / 50% of the proceeds of the sale of this image will be donated to Algonquin Park
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This fawn has become one of River’s best friends throughout the summer. When the fall arrived and the leaves were turning golden, she played with my dog-fawn every time we came to the woods. It was a sunny morning. River was lost to the fawn under the tall grass. The fawn stretched out her long neck, making herself look like a giraffe, in order to search for her friend. She also made an almost “puffing-hissing” sound that I seldom hear mule deer make, which River seemed to recognize as a “calling” so she came running to her feet in no time! The “sisters” united right after the picture was taken of my “fawn-giraffe”. :)
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It was a freezing crisp day, -27 in Park Voyageur. This is the little footbridge that leads to the frozen lake. There was not a soul out there in this cold, not even the birds or deer or squirrels, just River and me, the “die-hards”. :) I really LOVE frames so I’m making a “proper” frame for it as it feels “naked” without it. :) Donation to charity / 50% of the proceeds of the sale of this image will be donated to Algonquin Park
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This is a photo taken just before dawn in the woods of Mont Laurier, just before one reaches Val D’or, where one drives in the nearby Canadian national park for hours with only nature and wildlife. It’s a winter morning at about 5:30am and the camera is pointed away from where the sun was to come up.
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This is one of the sunrise shots at the north of Montreal in the mountains near Gigi’s home, in a freezing Sunday morning where my fingers feel like the freezing chairs in the picture. :) Thank you for taking me there Gigi! I guess one could say that I love anything that has to do with nature including the living beings, the woods, the trees, the rivers and streams, and the mountains of course, but the sunrise – I can never get enough “watching” of the few minutes each day when the sun comes up. Is it a “passion”, well…. :)
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The middle-aged buck came right out in front the camera as if to say “Hey, remember me?!” :) Nobody could forget him (not River or me) because he met with us everyday from last spring to fall! And we both love him! :) Everyday we managed to get to the woods to meet with him, our day seemed “right” and “whole” because of it. He made us happy and encountering, watching and playing with him IS, true to the meaning of the word, our (my dog River’s and mine) passion! For the remembrance of this magnificent buck, I shall donate this piece of work to charity for his, and the well being of all the living in the forest! Donation to charity / 50% of the proceeds of the sale of this image will be donated to Nature Canada
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My mule deer family was having an intense discussion about something – I suspected that it was about River who mistook herself for a fawn! :) They knew that the fawns “initiated” her “identity confusion” – not sure River, or most of the fawns, wanted to “fix” it though, as they all seemed to enjoy a “dog-fawn” among them. :)
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In the flurry, River and I drove out of the city and waited for the sunrise and it came! :) So, this is my last Sunrise of this year! And I hope you all like it. :) This is my way of saying: Happy New Year everyone!
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WITH ALL MY HEART…
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This image was captured at Camp Vermilion, in Cook, MN. On the edge of the majestic Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWCA), this rustic Bible Camp has helped children experience the love of God for over 50 years. It has also inspired many adults, including myself! It was working here as a camp counselor that I met my beautiful wife, Rachel, and it was here beneath the towering pines that God renewed my faith. This photograph highlights a voyageur canoe, sheltered by the camp’s rugged old boathouse. In this photograph I hoped to convey the excitement of exploration, and the gentle rest that shelters the soul.
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Taken on the North Shore of Lake Superior near Tofte, MN, this image conveys both stillness and strength. Reflecting on this image, I am reminded of an old hymn, “Rock of Ages.” Like the rock itself, the lyrics of this hymn by Augustus M. Toplady have stood the test of time…”Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood, from Thy wounded side which flowed, be of sin the double cure, save from wrath and make me pure. Not the labor of my hands can fulfill Thy law’s demands; Could my zeal no respite know, could my tears forever flow, all for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone. Nothing in my hand I bring, simply to Thy cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Savior, or I die. / While I draw this fleeting breath, when my eyes shall close in death, when I rise to worlds unknown, and behold Thee on Thy throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee.”
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I took this photograph on a beautiful summer day in Grand Marais, MN. Located on the North Shore of Lake Superior, the wooden canoe festival here symbolizes the artistic and rustic spirit of this unique part of the country.
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This image was captured at Camp Vermilion, in Cook, MN. On the edge of the majestic Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWCA), this rustic Bible Camp has helped children experience the love of God for over 50 years. It has also inspired many adults, including myself! It was working here as a camp counselor that I met my beautiful wife, Rachel, and it was here beneath the towering pines that God renewed my faith. This photograph highlights a voyageur canoe, sheltered by the camp’s rugged old boathouse. In this photograph I hoped to convey the excitement of exploration, and the pillars of strength that allow for rest.
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The carving in this image depicts one of the early French fur traders who roamed this part of the country long ago. A paddle in hand, these Voyageurs travelled by canoe over incredible distances, braving the unpredictable elements of the Great North Woods. This particular carving has found its resting place at the amphetheatre at Camp Vermilion, a rustic Bible Camp that has helped children experience God’s love for over 50 years. Holding to the adventurous spirit of these early traders, the camp still uses large “Voyageur canoes” to brave the waters of Lake Vermilion.
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This image was captured at Camp Vermilion, in Cook, MN. On the edge of the majestic Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWCA), this rustic Bible Camp has helped children experience the love of God for over 50 years. It has also inspired many adults, including myself! It was working here as a camp counselor that I met my beautiful wife, Rachel, and it was here beneath the towering pines that God renewed my faith. This photograph highlights a voyageur canoe, sheltered by the camp’s rugged old boathouse. In this photograph I hoped to convey the excitement of exploration, and the gentle rest that shelters the soul.
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This image was captured at Camp Vermilion, in Cook, MN. On the edge of the majestic Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWCA), this rustic Bible Camp has helped children experience the love of God for over 50 years. It has also inspired many adults, including myself! It was working here as a camp counselor that I met my beautiful wife, Rachel, and it was here beneath the towering pines that God renewed my faith. This photograph highlights the camp lodge, where countless meals have been shared. Sipping hot cider in the warm glow of the fireplace holds a special place in my heart to this day. With a canoe hoisted above us and a rugged cross set before us, life in the log lodge was a little taste of heaven.
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This image was captured at Camp Vermilion, in Cook, MN. On the edge of the majestic Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWCA), this rustic Bible Camp has helped children experience the love of God for over 50 years. It has also inspired many adults, including myself! It was working here as a camp counselor that I met my beautiful wife, Rachel, and it was here beneath the towering pines that God renewed my faith. Taken on a beautiful summer day, this photograph highlights the beams of an old boathouse. Used to shelter the camp’s voyageur canoes from pounding waves and thunderous storms, this structure is a literal sanctuary. By sheltering these canoes, these rugged rafters have also sheltered the faith of all those who dared to discover the love of Christ in God’s great north woods.
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Inspired by a piece of artwork in St. Catherine’s Monastery on Mount Sinai, this oil painting highlights the legacy of faith left to us by the martyrs of old. In this painting I depict a monk holding a slab of mosaic. Emerging from the darkness, old and new mysteriously collide. Separated by centuries, the modern day monk and the apostle of old are united by a common faith, a visible reminder of all those who have faithfully preached the good news about Christ.
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Thailand is 95% Buddhist, and the quantity of wats (temples) and other holy sites are too numerous to count. The Thais have also erected huge Buddha statues, 30 to 40 meters high, and often located them on hill tops. They are an amazing sight and experience to behold.
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An experiment to convert my Radiant Buddha card into a vibrant tee shirt. The card was featured in four groups, so there seemed to be some resonance with the design.
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