Natural Splendour of the Arrow Lakes

Autumn Afternoon at Whatshan Lake

On October 15, a bright sunshiny day that felt more like summer than fall, my wife and I went again hunting for chanterelle at a nearby mountain lake. While we did not find many mushrooms so late in the season, we enjoyed a picnic at a tiny beach framed by forests and the brilliant blue sky. The sky’s reflections on the crystal-clear water transported us into a dream world rarely encountered on our troubled planet. Whether you believe it or not, Biene and I jumped into the lake for a very, very refreshing swim. Enjoy.

Natural Splendour of the Arrow Lakes

Wednesday’s Photos

Crossing the Chasm

We have not seen any rain in the past couple of weeks, making it the driest fall in our region. Of course, the blue sky and bright sunshiny days are most welcome, especially now, as the trees are showing off their autumnal dresses. Recently, I discovered a snail climbing up the vinyl siding of our house. I took it and placed it on a rock to observe its behaviour. The firs reaction as expected was that it withdrew into its shell. In the meantime, I found another rock that looks like a massive mountain when shot from a close distance. When the snail figured it safe to crawl out of its shell, it accepted the challenge like a courageous mountain climber to cross the canyon between the two rocks. Enjoy.

Natural Splendour of the Arrow Lakes

Wednesday’s Photos

The Red Fish are Coming

Every fall around this time of the year, the land-locked salmon enter our creeks and fight the current in search of their annual spawning grounds. They turn bright red as they complete their life cycle, spawn new life and die. This event puts eagles, ravens, and gulls on high alert because it is the time to fatten up for the long winter months. My wife and I witnessed the gulls in their feeding frenzy. Today’s post is a small visual report of the red fish’s life cycle. Enjoy.

Natural Splendour of the Arrow Lakes

Wednesday’s Photos

Tale of a Butterfly

Once upon a time, there was a butterfly. It was very trusting, or so it appeared to be. I discovered it on a water bottle cap sitting on top of the world.

How do I get off this water bottle? Should I fly or should I walk?

I guess I’ll walk. It’s such a short distance to the ground.

Why should I strain my wings?

Hurray! I made it. It’s time to get a little rest.

Oh no! The man with his big camera is coming too close for comfort. I’d better fly away.