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New lens
My new camera lens arrived today. Here are the first images through it.
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Where the Gyrfalcon isn’t (Conclusion)
Link to Part one After leaving the Gyrfalcon Aerie I headed west towards Admiralty inlet, paralleling the cliffs. I kept one eye on the cliffs, looking for that telltale flash of white against the red rock. As I neared the end of the cliffs I noticed the black stain where the water falls down the…
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Be vewy vewy quiet
I'm hunting wabbit (Least Weasel (Mustela nivalis) tracks following Arctic Hare tracks) Hmm, I'm not that hungry, perhaps lemming. (following lemming tracks) This will do A little work and I could move right in or perhaps here, it has a well stocked larder.
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Where the Gyrfalcon isn’t
Although it is difficult to imagine temperatures in the mid minus twenties as springlike, Friday saw the arrival of the Spring Equinox. The world tilted so the equator was on the same plane as our orbit around the sun, and all the world enjoyed the same photoperiod (briefly). Now as the pole begins to point…
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Spring
I had a post planned for today, but events and ennui conspired against me. Here is a photo from yesterday to placate you until tomorrow. Iglu on Adam's Sound, with St George Society Cliffs in the background.
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Gripping the nation – conclusion
Link to Part one. When Rev. Turner's wife opened the door her husband was lying on the ground, bleeding from his wound. Pregnant at the time, she carried him inside with the help of others who arrived upon hearing the commotion. He was laid on the kitchen floor, where he would stay for the next…
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Best Job in the World – the write in campaign
Last night I learned that the top fifty spots in The Best Job in the World, had dropped down to forty-nine. Julie, the woman from Russia who was in second place, was gone. There was no explanation. However, a source in Austalia tells me that the radios there have been broadcasting that she was dropped…
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Gripping the nation
Occasionally, especially in the pre-TV days when radio ruled, there were incidents that gripped the nation, and kept people gathered around waiting for the next report. The hunt for the Mad Trapper of Rat River was but one example of this. But a story from Arctic Bay also held southern Canada in its thrall. The…
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Oysters, and many pearls
Rob Fergus is one of those people who, although we've never met, I count amongst my friends. He is also the energetic blogger behind The Bird Chaser. Rob has put together a rather clammy (sorry) edition of I and the Bird. It must be spring in other parts of the world, because it is incredible…
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Light
There is a quality to the light up here, unrivaled except by the rarest locales. I am frequently struck speechless by scenes that, at first blush, I've seen countless times before. The rapidly changing daylight, the shifting snow, the ice and the rock all combine in ways that continue to startle me, almost ten years…
