No cabin but some critters at the Calgary Zoo.

"This land like a mirror turns you inward

And you become a forest in a furtive lake; 

The dark pines of your mind reach downward,

You dream in the green of your time,

Your memory is a row of sinking pines."

from Dark Pines under Water

by Gwendolyn MacEwen

On our trip thru the Canadian Wild we thought the wolves were pacing the confines of their cage, but it turned out they were stalking each other in a game of fur and shadows.

 

 

And now for something completely different.