Photos

These pictures were taken in late June of 2006, while planting for Spray Lakes Sawmills, near Sundre, Alberta.

This pony had nothing to do with planting, but we drove by it one evening and its enormous exposed private parts (not visible in this photo) intrigued Jackie so much that I had to go back and take a picture.




All the conveniences of a modern-day kitchen - microwave and coffee urn.




We had a large gas plant just down the road from our planting camp. Note the huge yellow pile of sulphur behind the plant.




Foreman Greg Mancuso in the driver's seat, and Kirk Moen behind him.




A tree located to the north-east side of an obstacle. All of the trees had to be planted on the north-east side of obstacles to protect them from sudden chinook winds in the winter.




Loading boxes in the morning.




A warning sign on the electric fence, which was designed to keep bears out of the central area of camp. I don't know how effective it was, although I did grab it to see if it worked. It did.




A domestic llama.




Cody, looking dashing in his red "cow pants."




Ben, looking for small naturals in the grass.




Jeremy Rempel, camp supervisor.




Making waffles for breakfast in the morning.




Safety signs inside the kitchen.




The camp water supply.




Jay and Joben.




Checking email. This camp didn't have wireless (yet) so we had to use the connection in the first aid tent.




Kitchen stuff.




The morning safety meeting and pep talk.




Another fine-looking tree planted beside an obstacle. In many cases, the planters found it easiest to find a good spot to plant in, and then moved an obstacle into place beside the tree, rather than trying to find good spots by existing obstacles.




Swarming the block, finishing up one of the last two pieces.




Cows, barn, rainbow.




Mark Josephsen.




Dan, flipping waffles on the grill.




Calf number 106. We had a cattle drive through the middle of one of our blocks one morning.




More safety signs in the kitchen.




Sumaya and Tim, amused to be "just planters" for the contract, rather than foremen, and wondering what to do with all their newfound spare time at night.




And one final tree, planted in the shelter of an obstacle, of course.