- Canadian Gay Movement: History of Activism
- Founding of the UTHA
- Glad Day Bookshop Toronto 1970-1991-2000
- Ottawa Demonstration – August 28, 1971
- Toronto Gay Action, The Gay Alliance…
- The Body Politic: The Early Years
- Gay Student Conference at York…
- Toronto Gay Pride Week 1972
- Ward’s Island Gay Picnic: August 20,…
- Toronto Gay Pride Week 1973 Movie …
- French River Gay Retreat
- Fourth Gay Conference Toronto 1976
- GayDays 1978
- Early Demonstration Against Customs…
- Toronto Gay Pride 1988
- Last Toronto Demonstration Against…
- The Church Street Steps
- European Gay Movement & Bookstores
- American Gay Movement & Bookstores
- “Pride” in Asian Cities
- Toronto 1968 – 1973
- People Along the Path
- Personal Life
- Archeological Subjects
- Museums and Art Galleries
- Botanical Gardens
- Brazil: Rio de Janeiro Botanical Gardens
- Italy: Orto Botanico di Cagliari,…
- Italy: Orto Botanico Catania
- Italy: Orto Botanico di Napoli
- Italy: Orto Botanico di Palermo
- Italy: Orto Botanico di Pisa
- Plants in the Cities and Countryside of…
- Malaysia: Kuala Lumpur Bird Park
- Malaysia: Penang Botanical Garden
- Portugal: Botanical Gardens of Lisboa…
- Portugal: Terra Nostra Park, Furnas, Sao…
- Spain: Alhambra: The Gardens
- Spain: Puerto de la Cruz Jardin Botanico
- Spain: Real Jardin Botanico di Madrid
- Spain: Mossén Cinto Verdaguer Jardin,…
- Plants of Tenerife Island
- Insect Portraits
- Plant – Insect Relationships
- Nature in Canadian Places
- Nature In American Places
- Mexico, Central America & the Caribbean
- South America
- The African World
- The Asian World
- The European World
Nature in North American Places
Introduction for Nature in North American Places
Alas, I wish I had pushed myself to explore more of the natural places of my birth land. Not for photographic reasons since most have been combed over by far greater photographic talents than mine. No, just for the inspiration such beauty imparts to the visitor. As a kid I enjoyed few things more than ambling about in the woodlands and fields on the borders of old Niagara Falls. I remember myself at about 10-years-old plopped down in a field of wild strawberries with the grasses blowing about over my head. It was a secret place and somehow (because of their powerful flavour) I just sat there gathering up hundreds of rather small wild strawberries.
I take the liberty of recalling this memory, for no doubt it had a powerful bonding effect on me. A moment when a boy was free to explore and make his own connections with the world around him. A lost time.