Returning to a familiar place.

The forest is much brighter with the snow covering the ground.

Snow in the forest.

In the cemetery at the holidays.

Winter garden by the port.

The Railroad Bridge Over the Pitt River.

Early fall and the railroad bridge over the Pitt river begins to show from the pathway.

Following the power line through the forest.

The creek after a snowfall.

The creek by the bog.

I’ve spent many hours following this creek along the edge of the bog, but have focused mainly on the area near the centre of the bog where the beavers flood the pathways and their are dark, heavily covered pine forests. Here the creek is next to the rail line. Trains come through at faster speeds than you would expect. Overhead a large bridge leads to an island and then back to the mainland, and the smell of cedar trees being cut in a nearby lumber yard fills the air.