Once upon a time there was a little island in the middle of the St Lawrence River. One day the fog started  rolling across the water and the little island looked like it was in the clouds. (more…)

Two things have greatly contributed to my misty themed photos of late. (more…)

Real Farmers get up early. Faux Farmers do not. If all the other reasons in the world that I explore in this blog do not fully explain why I will ever be a farmer, the fact that I LOVE TO SLEEP LATE could be the single most defining reason. (more…)