Petrel Point Nature Reserve






Petrel Point Orchids

Petrel Point Nature reserve, near Red Bay Ontario, is home to wild orchids including lady’s slippers, rose pogonia, grass-pink, small purple-fringed orchids and broad-leaved twayblade.






All photos copyright James MacDougall 2016

Petrel Point and Isaac Lake Frogs

Bull Frog at Isaac Lake
Bull Frog at Isaac Lake
Bull Frog at Isaac Lake
Bull Frog at Isaac Lake
Leopard Frog at Petrel Point
Leopard Frog at Petrel Point

Tom Thomsons Grave

Tom Thomson's grave, Leith, Ontario
Tom Thomson’s grave, Leith, Ontario
The West Wind by Tom Thompson, Oil on Canvas 1917, Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto
The West Wind by Tom Thomson, Oil on Canvas 1917, Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto

In September Ray and I went to visit Tom Thomson’s grave in Leith Ontario just outside of Owen Sound, where Thomson grew up.

Thomson of course is Canada’s great painter; one known world wide, who captured the soul of the land and thus the country in his paintings. Contrary to popular belief Thomson was not one of the Group of Seven, having died before it’s formation, but will forever be associated with them because of his subject matter and influence on the painters who did form the Group of Seven. As member painter Lawren Harris wrote “(Tom Thomson was ) a part of the movement before we pinned a label on it.” Thomson is as Canadian as hockey, healthcare or false humility and to some that makes him mundane. Just another symbol to stick in a collage of Canada. But that is Thomson as a symbol not the painter and not the paintings.

Having spent my teen years in Owen Sound the scenery that Thomson painted was all around to see with the naked eye, but being a teen I took it and his paintings somewhat for granted. I appreciated them but I was too busy trying to grow up as fast as I could to really absorb them. It is only returning to the Georgian Bay area as an adult with years of travel and having experienced the rough edges of a life lived, that I see the land around Georgian Bay  for what it is, a rich a combination of shape, form, light and colour that is unique  to this part of the world.

 Tom Thomson, The Jack Pine (1916–17). Oil on canvas, National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa
Tom Thomson, The Jack Pine (1916–17). Oil on canvas, National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Looking now at with fresh eyes away from the landscape and at Thomson’s iconic paintings they appear all the more remarkable to me; like seeing  the portrait of a familiar face taking on new aspects and truths on the canvas.

It was on July 8, 1917 while on a canoe trip on the perfectly named Canoe Lake  in Nipissing District of Ontario that Thomson would have found himself in the water, then under the water and finally submerged in the void that death brings.  8 days later his body was found washed up on the shore. There was a bruise or hole on temple (depending on the account) and fishing line wrapped around his ankle.

Thomson’s gravestone is small , just one of many in the unassuming graveyard of the humble red brick Leith Church. Across the road is open farmer’s field. It was quiet, calm, even relaxing that morning in that place, as fall ushered in with the wind a little cooler, the sun a little lower and the geese honking overhead breaking the stillness as the made there way to southern lands. Tom Thomson died a relative unknown, writing to a friend that he would be happy if he “could get $10 or $15” for a sketch. A sketch by Thomson these days can sell for $2-million or more.

While stories and legends of murder and intrigue have grown up around his death his legend as a painter has grown even more, enshrining him and his paintings as a piece of Canadian national identity; which may be why some people reject him with such force. After all what is an iconoclast without icons to smash and rage against. But truth and legend need not be contrary. Sometimes they live quite well side by side. As Gordon Downie once said referring to the song Three pistols by his group the Tragically Hip, “Here’s one of many Canadian myths, that like many Canadian myths, just happens to be true.”

Looking out over Georgian Bay anyone who has seen a Tom Thomson painting can see Tom Thomson trees, clouds, rocks, water, but they are real, a fusion of his perception with ours across time. That is the magic.

Leith Church
Leith Church, Leith, Ontario
Tom Thomson’s Grave, Leith, Ontario
Brushes left at Tom Thomson's Grave
Paint brushes left by visitors at Tom Thomson’s Grave



A break in the mysterious case of Tom Thomson, Canada’s Van Gogh, Globe & Mail

Tom Thompson Gallery, Owen Sound

Archive of paintings by Tom Thomson

Three Pistols by the Tragically Hip


Southampton, Ontario
Southampton, Ontario

Southampton is an attractive “seaside” town on the Saugeen shores of Lake Huron. I use the term “seaside” because even though it is not technically on the sea it is as close as you get without salt water to a seaside experience. With lighthouses, ship wrecks, sea-birds, miles of beaches and no land in site when you gaze across the expanse of Lake Huron, one can easily imagine they are on the seashore.

Home to the Ojibway Saugeen First Nation, the area was visited by French fur traders, the Voyageurs, who would make stops along the route south to Detroit and the Mississippi interior. A permanent pioneer settlement wasn’t established until 1848 and in 1904 Southampton was incorporated as a town.

The area is know for it’s perilous waters with over one hundred marine disasters being recorded since 1848. In the 2001 the excavation of the fighting vessel the HMS General Hunter from the war of 1812, began along Saugeen the shoreline.


Southampton is known for it architecture. With over 100 homes from early days still standing it has the air of an outdoor museum or a trip back in time, magnificent sunsets that stretch from end to end of the western lake horizon, monarch butterfly way stations, the Chantry Island Lighthouse and The Bruce County Museum & Cultural Centre.

Hundreds of millions of years went into creating the beauty of the Saugeen shoreline
The shoreline at Southampton, Ontario is thick with atmosphere
One of the numerous Monarch Butterflies that stop to visit the butterfly gardens of Southampton, Ontario
Lighthouse at Southampton, Ontario

All photos copyright James MacDougall, 2015,  unless otherwise noted

The Morland Place

By James MacDougall

“Have you been to the Morland Place?” When I ask locals  this question they usually give me a puzzled look and say “The what?”  I will then explain that it is the interesting looking property at the intersection of Grey Road 18 and the Inglis Falls Road. Then they will nod in recognition and say something like “oh that place!” We all know it’s in our backyard, but it’s not a place everyone has visited despite the fact it’s grounds are open to the public daily May through October from 10:00 am – 5:00 pm.

The Morland Place is a European style manor house with vast gardens, manicured lawns and a hedge-row labyrinth. The main residence is built around an original 1919 stone house which was purchased by Joe and Vera More in 1945. In the 1980s, their son Barry More, built an addition to the original building in Georgian Regency style. It was a project that took 10 years to complete. The house is in many ways a tribute to Barry’s mother Vera and serves as a showcase of her many collections of antique furniture, books and objects d’art.

Moreland Place
Morland Place Georgian Regency architecture.
Moreland Place staircase
Morland Place staircase with its hand crafted banister.
Moreland Place Staircase
Morland Place Staircase. Note the continuous curve of the banister as it descends
Moreland Place Piano
Morland Place Piano
Moreland Place Cherub
Morland Place Cherub
Moreland Cherubs
Morland Cherubs
Barry More
Barry More and his Cocker Spaniel


Owner: Barry More
Phone: (519) 376-4617
Address: 102645 Grey Rd 18, Owen Sound


Bruce Grey Simcoe: Places to Visit

The Rural Route: Morland beauty

A Thing of Beauty: The Story of Morland Place by Barry Joseph More (ISBN: 978-1-897502-27-3)

All photographs copyright James MacDougall 2015.

A New Season (The Legend of the Phoenix)

By James MacDougall

After a summer medley of work, leisure and adventure I am back to report on my travels with new photos and features. July was dedicated to work. August was a month of leisure and a sprinkle of adventure here and there spiced the entire season up; some of which I will share and some I won’t!

As some of you may know my life took a dramatic turn in 2012 and it has been a while since emotionally, mentally and physically I have had a vacation in any meaningful sense. I have to say having the opportunity to take all of August to live like a kid on summer vacation was just what the doctor ordered. Being able to define my own schedule and pursue my passions without any interference or demands is a luxury few of us ever get, but of course one can’t really live that way forever.


Seasons change and with them come different demands. New responsibilities, new goals and plans. Autumn 2015 is here and the leaves are starting to turn. My eldest nephew has started University. In my mind it wasn’t so long ago I was reading him stories and building sand castles on the beach. Strangely he now lives a few blocks from where I lived in Ottawa and I now live a few blocks from where he lived in Owen Sound. I didn’t see that coming.

Life goes on and it takes strange turns. I’ve always been open to change and exploration and when I finally settled down the earth and heavens shook and that life came tumbling down around me. But as the story goes the Phoenix rises from the ashes. If 2012 was the year of Fire (both literally and figuratively), then 2013-2014 were the years of Ashes and Embers. 2015 was the Incubation and  in 2016 the Phoenix rises.

The Phoenix

A creature that first appears in Egyptian mythology as the Bennu and later as the “Phoenix (Crimson)”in Greek mythology, the phoenix was said to have brilliant plumage and would live for hundreds of years. It’s death would come in a burst of flames and from the ashes of the pyre a new phoenix would be born. Accordingly the phoenix is a symbol of renewal.

And so as the turning leaves of autumn, in brilliant yellow, orange and red, evoke the image of the fiery phoenix set to soar into the blue sky again, so to go I.

New World Encyclopedia: 

More Frogs of Bognor Marsh

By James MacDougall

With these photos I have applied a variety of digital treatments to create a more painterly effect. They were taken in the Bognar Marsh near Owen Sound with a Nikon D5000 on an overcast day.

by James MacDougall
Marsh Dweller 01 by James MacDougall
Marsh Dweller 03 by James MacDougall
Marsh Dweller 02 by James MacDougall
Marsh Dweller 01 by James MacDougall
Marsh Dweller 03 by James MacDougall


The Frogs of Bognor Marsh

By James MacDougall











Petrel Point, Bruce Peninsula

By James MacDougall

This weeks trip took Ray and I visited a number of sites on the Bruce Peninsula. These are some shots from Petrel Point nature Reserve. The area is characterized by cedar groves and meadow marsh and is home to bladderworts, sundews and pitcher plants and a variety of rare orchids. These are all moody black and white pics. We visited around mid-day and the sun was harsh and the colour washed out so the drama of the landscape displays better in black & white.