Late one December night in 2012, near the Oregon-California border, I found the finest company one could hope for on a train. The recording starts in the adjacent car, passes through the squeaky vestibule and lands in the viewing car, the place to be.
From summer 2013 on the Yukon River, downriver from Rampart, Alaska. It's close to midnight and it won't get any darker. The river is about one kilometre in width here and the current has barely picked up since leaving the Yukon Flats. For what this river lacks in whitewater it makes up for in landscapes so stunning they make you forget the simple task of operating a canoe. We nearly flipped.
Spotted this Northern Flicker (Colaptes Auratus) grazing the backyard. I usually hear them hammering at trees and telephone poles, but once I saw one making a much louder sound against a metal cap at the top of a pole. Metalhead bird.
location: landing in Tsawwassen