Duck Mountain Provincial Park

My childhood stomping grounds. After nearly 15 years without a summer back home, I made a triumphant return for a gathering at the family cabin. The waves of nostalgia sent me straight back to my childhood summers at the lake. The haunting but majestic call of loons, rolling thunder, leaves rustling in the wind, water lapping the hull of a fishing boat, campfire crackles, mosquitos dive-bombing your earhole, dead silence… sounds I’ll carry with me for life.