While born in Montreal, I was raised in in the south of France from age four to fifteen, living in Antibes and later Aix-en-Provence.
While this was long before the age of digital photography and my old prints and slides have not yet been brought back to life—and thus cannot document those times—France forever owns my heart.
Possibly because of online birding sites and sighting maps, the last few times I found snowy owls, many others had as well and the scene was a comically static porcupine of long lenses trained on a stubbornly pensive bird squatting somewhere on a patch of sand. Not this time around. I was still basing my […]