Collection: Waking up in the Woods Collection

Growing up in the Alberta foothills meant that as a child I did not have to go camping to wake up in the woods. Instead, I had day adventures of swimming in the old cow dugout. I built forts in the woods and picked wildflowers in the meadows. Nights were spent checking cows in the light of the midnight moon.

Many of my most cherished memories are of fall walks, helping my father fence and spending hours and hours in the fields. My youth took place on a tractor or learning how to take care of the farm. I still love the aroma of swampy muskeg, the fields thawing out in the spring or fresh cut crops in the fall.  This collection is a way to relive those days of waking up in the woods.