Tamarak in Autumn (Johnville Bog)

Friday, October 21st, 2022


we went to Johnville




in autumn




we looked at




the ponds




we breathed in



the woods


Johnville Bog & Forest Park in Orange

Thursday, May 26th, 2022





Johnville Bog in Monochrome

Friday, December 3rd, 2021














Johnville Bog in June

Saturday, June 19th, 2021

Here I am again! Oh, how I love this place.

I like to take a photograph both with my back to the sunβ€”




β€”and facing the sun. I love to see the light on the plants and the clouds.




I love the kettle lakes, formed by receding glaciers.




I love my family as they follow me.

To show them my love, I take 137 photos and choose my favorite one.




I love how quiet it is.




When we walk through the bog on the way back, the light has changed again!

I love it!




Iris follows every photographic suggestion. She is the perfect model.

Akiva refuses to pose as I wish. He is a different kind of perfect.




I like the curve of the boardwalk, the light of the late evening sun,

the smile on Akiva’s face as he runs at the camera for 43 more photos.

I chose one of my favorites.




I love this place!

Frog on Ice (Johnville Bog & Forest Park)

Friday, March 26th, 2021

Where the sun shines most, the snow was mostly melted.




Unfortunately for this ambitious amphibian, many paths were still coated in ice.


Johnville Bog, Winter

Friday, February 19th, 2021

In winter, the boggy back trails of the Johnville Bog & Forest Park freeze over.

The park management opens them up for foot traffic.





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Far off the well-beaten track of boardwalks and open bog lands, the boreal forest is full of hops.*






We examine some rabbit poo. They seem to have been eating mostly bark and needles.

Looking around, I have no idea what else rabbits could possibly eat.






*Rabbit tracks


Kiss @ Johnville Bog

Sunday, October 18th, 2020

I tried to take some photos of the kids on this log in mid-September, but the lighting was lousy.

Fortunately, I come here often enough to try, try again.












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Johnville Bog & Forest Park (Again)

Friday, September 18th, 2020

I think I’d be happy to come here every day for a long, long time.






After some time, other people might require me to go alone.














Johnville Bog & Forest Park, Back Entry

Wednesday, August 26th, 2020

On a cool late August day, we walk around the fence on the far side of the Johnville Bog parking lot to enter the bog the back way. Fence, boulders, and signage are all there to try to keep four-wheelers out of the protected area. In my observation, most people driving four-wheelers have little regard for protected areas.


The back trail starts up a steep eroded ridge.

It goes through a disturbed woodland rife with four-wheeler trails.




The trail emerges from the small woodland on top of a rocky ridge.




Below the ridge, one can see the extent of four-wheeler disturbance.

This whole area was once boreal forest bog.

Now, little grows outside the protected area but a few scattered poplars.




We walk through the disturbed area into the forest park.




Tall trees grow here.




We walk through the woods, into the bog.




Black spruce, tamarack, cottongrass and Labrador tea

bring back the sights and smells of Fairbanks, Alaska.




Mouths agape, pitcher plants beckon.




I love this place.







Johnville Bog & Forest Park (Hiking Friday moved to Saturday)

Saturday, September 28th, 2019

Lately, every time we go to Johnville Bog, it rains. This time, we try to be prepared.

Upon arrival, the children check the weather. We might be prepared.




Some might think a bog an odd location for viewing autumn foliage, but that is likely because they are looking up.

I love the bog in all seasons. In autumn, I hear my friend Sunshine’s voice in my head:

“In Fairbanks, autumn happens on the ground.”

The Johnville Bog & Forest Park is a little slice of boreal forest in the Eastern Townships of Quebec.




I take some overcast portraits of my always adorable childrenβ€”




& #2




Then I head on, head down. Akiva is also head down.

Unlike his sister, he does not always enjoy walking.




But I take this opportunity of slowness to keep my eye between the cracks.




The light is low. My focus is off. I can’t get close enough. I wish I brought a tripod.

But I never bring a tripod: it is difficult to carry both a tripod and a 50 lb. child.




Cottongrass hovers in the spruce grove.




Pitcher plants nestle among mosses.




Mosses snuggle between the cracks of the decaying boardwalk.




In a boreal forest, autumn happens on the ground.