
Turning the corner along a new-to-me Salt Spring Island trail yielded this startling view.
More moss bumps, this time growing on trees.
Perhaps this is a metaphor for the startling growth of personal debt in Canada.
Salt Spring Photographer John Cameron

Turning the corner along a new-to-me Salt Spring Island trail yielded this startling view.
More moss bumps, this time growing on trees.
Perhaps this is a metaphor for the startling growth of personal debt in Canada.

Yesterday I stumbled up this photo from way, way back while looking for images for a client. They are of course on Night Owl Farm, along the Fulford-Ganges superhighway. And of course they are often called ‘Oreo Cows’. But they are Belted Galloways and may be offended by being called Oreos.
And you wouldn’t want to be too offensive:

The black part of them looks a lot like the Black Angus my Dad had in Ontario. I wonder where the white oreo filling came from?

Back in the mountains. Salt Spring Island’s got a lot of wet going on this time of year.
But…it’s spectacular!
Hiking in solitude, in the clouds and heading for the soft sound of a mountain stream.
I guess it gets better than this, but I’m not sure how.

Almost everything I show here on SaltSpringPhotos.com has little or nothing to do with what I do day-to-day. So here’s a tiny glimpse of the commercial side of what I do. Donald came to the studio looking for a business portrait, one where he would look competent and approachable. He wanted a dark background for his new website and liked photos with lots of negative space. I think we nailed it.
OK, that’s enough of that, I’m taking you back into the mountains tomorrow. Dress well, it’s wet up there.

This Arbutus must have had an arduous childhood.
Photographs of Salt Spring Island and areas reachable by ferry and road (and sometimes off-road).