I don't take the privilege of living so close to Canada's wild places for granted. Every moment in nature is a fleeting gift.
In late January, I spent a few days in Alberta's Elk Island National Park attempting to photograph the resident bison herds in the frigid landscape they call home. Though my bison shots fell short of what I hoped for, I came away with some atmospheric, pastel-colored images of the vast, winter landscape. Day one was a a bit of a bust, but by day two a freezing fog had rolled over the land, crusting all the tree branches with a thin layer of ice that lingered for two days. The fog hovered, and kept a lot of the light out, but on the first evening, my efforts (hours of trudging through two feet of snow on frozen lakes) were rewarded when the faintest hues of pink were allowed to creep in on the horizon, just beneath the freezing fog. It was just enough to color the atmosphere.
During the earliest hours of day three, I had the privilege of observing several elk, both bulls and cows, sharing an open meadow with several bison. Unfortunately, the elk and bison had both moved quite far away and into the woods before there was enough light to photograph them. If I had tried to approach, the skittish elk of Elk Island would likely have been frightened by the sound of my footsteps crunching through the hard snow. I thought it best not to stress them during this lean time of year when food is scarce. I then turned my attention to the frosted trees and frozen lakes.