Yukon and northern British Columbia photography with a personal and sometimes humourous perspective.
Yellow Snow Photography
Weddings, graduations, family, pet or school portraits, reunions or any function you would like to keep for posterity.
Nature and wildlife photography available for postcards, posters and framing.
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Saturday, July 28, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Gray Jay- Whiskey Jack or Wisackejack (cree legend)

Gray Jay- Whiskey Jack or Wisackejack (cree legend), originally uploaded by Bruce McKay Yellow Snow Photography.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Flowers of Summer 2012-Blanket Flower
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Angel
Angel
How do you talk to an angel?
Do you say that you understand why they had to leave...
even if you really don't?
We talk to angels at the oddest moments...
the epiphany of a memory...
that you want to share or relive.
It is time to walk through the door and not look back.
Your daughter won't be there to look back to.
Instead ... look up and look within yourself.
Angel tears fall in frigid skies,
they become magical snowflakes...
crystalline memories that cushion your heart.
Season's come and go,
winter turning to spring...
life reborn in the eyes of others.
The summer rain
angel tears that give life
spirits resurrected.
The life and love of an angel is eternal,
sadness only temporary love
and memories are forever.
This angel just made it safer for all kids in the Yukon and hopefully across Canada.
www.cbc.ca/news/canada/north/story/2012/07/05/north-yukon...
Lean On Me
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyuKohWWAsA
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Jaedyn Is An Angel Now
Tara, my dear friend in Watson Lake, Yukon just lost her little girl Jaedyn in a freak accident. Jaedyn was a sweet innocent taken too soon. This image was of her (in red top) at a wedding I shot a few years ago. Her mom is studying to be a teacher and she was a great mother and teacher to this little angel.
Your Angel
How do you talk to an angel? Do you say that you understand why they had to leave... even if you really don't? We talk to angels at the oddest moments... the epiphany of a memory... that you want to share or relive. It is time to walk through the door and not look back.Your daughter won't be there to look back to. Instead ... look up and look within yourself. Angel tears fall in frigid skies, they become magical snowflakes... crystalline memories that cushion your heart. Season's come and go, winter turning to spring... life reborn in the eyes of others.The summer rainangel tears that give life spirits resurrected. The life and love of an angel is eternal, sadness only temporary love and memories are forever. It is in your heart that you holdand that you talk to your angel...in a silent reverent voice. Talk to the angel that sharedthe memories, the dreams... the seasons of your life. The angel will always listen.
Hugs for you and your family.








