A Life In The Wilderness
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His last years in Banff were relatively quiet ones. High blood pressure and diminishing sight and hearing troubled him increasingly, but he remained a keen and interested observer of things around him. His love of the mountains and its inhabitants burned as brightly as ever, as did his own particular sense of humour. His son Don one day reproached him for swatting at flies that were on the outside of a screen door and Harmon retorted, smiling, ‘Well, this way, you see, I stun their legs. Then
His last years in Banff were relatively quiet ones. High blood pressure and diminishing sight and hearing troubled him increasingly, but he remained a keen and interested observer of things around him. His love of the mountains and its inhabitants burned as brightly as ever, as did his own particular sense of humour. His son Don one day reproached him for swatting at flies that were on the outside of a screen door and Harmon retorted, smiling, ‘Well, this way, you see, I stun their legs. Then
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A promoter to the end, Byron once left for the Southwest with his car ‘specially arranged for the tour with the best and latest view of Lake Louise filling the right hand window ... a panoramic view of the Bow River filling the back window, and a picture of Mount Columbia in the left window .... ‘ (Crag and Canyon, 1938).
A promoter to the end, Byron once left for the Southwest with his car ‘specially arranged for the tour with the best and latest view of Lake Louise filling the right hand window ... a panoramic view of the Bow River filling the back window, and a picture of Mount Columbia in the left window .... ‘ (Crag and Canyon, 1938).
they fall to the sidewalk and break their necks.’ During the spring of 1942 his health took a turn for the worse and he was admitted to the hospital several times for high blood pressure. It was not easy for a man with such vitality and so much interest in life to accept the inevitable slowing down, and he lamented to a visiting friend one day that there seemed to be no compensation for good living. His death on July 10, 1942, at the age of sixty-six, was sadly noted by his old acquaintance A.O. Wheeler in the Canadian Alpine Journal (xxviii, 1943): ‘In the art and science of photography,’ he wrote, ‘he was outstanding par excellence .. ,. We liked him well and shall not readily forget him and the living record of his life work.’
A Life In The Wilderness
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