Out fishing on the Bigstone river in Northern Manitoba, I was on my way back to camp, complete with several fat walleye that would be our supper that night. But the scenery simply floored me and I paused just to take it in. Just as I was getting ready to take a picture, two sandhill cranes honked past as if in conversation, a beaver slapped its tail behind me, and a chorus of wolves began to howl, as if on cue. The glassy stillness of the warm evening brought out the staggering beauty of the Canadian wilderness. I must have sat drifting for several minutes in reverential silence. I felt totally immersed in the scenery, as if I was part of one of those Tom Thompson paintings I had admired in a gallery. This picture only begins to capture the experience.