Hasty Decisions

my original photos and travels

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Just some vole tracks

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We've been socked in by wildfire smoke for a week! Finally today there was relief. The first photo was Sunday, smoke so thick in the air you could see it in the grass, on Monday it rained and we opened all the windows, and the second photo is Tuesday, blue skies and fresh air. Fingers crossed they got rain where it was needed.

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All my favourite photos of Flock in one place.

---- I have a print shop now

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Adding to my obsession, I mean, collection

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Jan 1, 2023

Something in the works.

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Sunrise

Dec 31 2022

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Too small for a badger, too big for a weasil. I'm gonna say muskrat.

Dec 25 2022, Kananaskis

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Muskrats have four toes. Badgers and weasels are mustelids with five toes pointing forward. It's a raccoon, with four toes forward and one 'thumb.'

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I should have specified why I didn't even consider raccoon. Simply because they don't live here! They are not native and we don't have a recorded invasive population in the area where this was photographed which also does not have the ecosystem that supports raccoons (wrong kind of trees), which made it easy to eliminate that possibility. It is, however, prime muskrat habitat. Muskrats do have 5 toes on all their feet, but most often the fifth digit is only visible on the tracks of the back feet due to size and positioning. While they're less often seen in the winter, they'll pop up during bouts of warmer weather, which we were actively experiencing at the time. Beavers are more active in the winter relative to muskrats, but I ruled beaver out for several reasons. https://www.hww.ca/en/wildlife/mammals/muskrat.html

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Kananaskis

Dec 25 2022

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Too small for a badger, too big for a weasil. I'm gonna say muskrat.

Dec 25 2022, Kananaskis

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I took his ashes to the foot of Moose Mountain, and sat on the ridge afterwards with an empty box in my lap. And then there were Whiskey Jacks. They dropped out of the trees like little grey ghosts, old friends, here to sit awhile and chat. Christmas Day 2022

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Christmas Day 2022, spent at the foot of Moose Mountain. Ruffed Grouse and Whiskey Jacks

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Days so cold the rivers breathe fire.

Dec 2022

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Dec 2022

A blue bird day.

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Grief is a weird, hard, complicated thing. So here's a picture of a reflection on the hood of my car taken on a cell phone through my cracked windshield, in the dark.

Dec 2022

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Someday this blog will just become a series of unedited cell phone shots of this same building behind this same drainage pond.

Nov 2022

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Cotton candy mornings

Winter 2022

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all sorts of echoes in these caverns

twitter / store

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My dad died a few days ago. I thought I'd saved that post someone made that was a list of things like accounts and shit to deal with when someone dies (because it turns out no one just hands you a list). Anyway. I didn't find it. Found this. This works. Dad was a geologist. Now he's just an echo. 11-2022

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Went for a wander through an old barn / arena. I haven't found much about the D-Joint ranch. Little hints of it linger on the property which is now a private residence. Old tack, a poster here, a downed sign there, one stall full of award ribbons. I've found some old catalogues online for Tennessee Walker shows in the mid to late 80s that mentioned horses from here, but that's about it.

Fall 2022