Wildlife and nature photography from the Ottawa River, Gatineau Park, and the wetlands around Ottawa, with occasional trips further afield in Canada.

“I enjoy searching out the wonder of animal encounters and capturing visual stories that reveal our bond with nature. I hope my work invites reflection on the raw beauty and fragility of our shared world.”

My Background
Pintail duck amongst Mallards

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View fullsize European paper wasp. Those orange antennae are the tell. No native wasp here has them. Introduced from Europe in the 1970s, it now crowds out our native paper wasps. Late September, and the colony is winding down. Only this year's mated queens will
View fullsize Fall gardens are here. A bumblebee in a dahlia, the last week of September. Most of the colony won't make it to October. The workers fade with the first hard frost, and only new queens overwinter, feeding hard on fall flowers first. Every open bloom
View fullsize Chickadees stay all winter. Migrants passing through unfamiliar woods often travel with them, and most heed chickadee alarm calls. Today the spruces held kinglets and a yellow-rumped warbler, among the last warblers to leave each fall. 📍 Mud Lake,
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View fullsize Feeling nostalgic for long summer mornings on the water as the fall chill sets in. 🍁 This is from Lac Barnes. A Common Loon, one bead of water still hanging on. The camera keeps it; the eye rarely does. Shot handheld from the canoe at 1/2000 sec, f
View fullsize A study in morning light on Lac Barnes, Quebec. Golds and blues shifting with the mist. Nikkor Z 14-24mm wide angle.
View fullsize Female belted kingfisher, morning light, Ottawa River She'd already gone from silhouette to spotlit. Everything behind her stayed dark. She didn't. Exposed for her, not the forest, so the background fell into the dark. Anyone else chase these flee
View fullsize She’s split exactly down the middle of her own camouflage. The rust belt across her belly picks up the same copper as the dead leaves behind her. Same hue, same worn, faded warmth, so that band nearly vanishes into the branch she’s perche
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