The story of my snowshoe/photo

 

My daughter gave me snowshoes for Christmas a few years ago.They’re great! I used to cross-country ski but snowshoeing gets me around better through the bush. I have a some small trails at my place and  usually take my dog for a snowshoe/photo for an hour or two at least once on the weekend.

Lots of paintings come from these snowshoe/photos.

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This part of my snowshoeing trail is the old stump road that connected two different fields. It’s all one field now.

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The bush along the side of the stump road.

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Rabbit (snowshoe (hehe) hare) tracks, there are always lots of these.

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The field with an old moose track.

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I try to break some new trail each time, here you can see my dog Kyle “swimming” through the deep snow following my track back.

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You can see where moose chewed the bark of poplars. I don’t see how they can like it, it tastes so awful.

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Cutting back through the bush to my place, hard to avoid twigs in my hair.

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And over an old beaver dam, this part of the trail is so well packed I can walk on it with my boots. The beavers don’t live here anymore, there’s not enough food for them anymore. There used to be a lot of young poplars along the swamp but the spruce grew up. Also muskrats moved in and apparently they don’t get along. The forest, it’s a live thing, and changes.

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The view of the cattail swamp with the willows all red, they feel the coming spring.

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Kyle looking over the cattails. He sees a chickadee, that and a hairy woodpecker are the only wildlife we see today.

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And here is my home.

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