Following Jack McKenzie's noble lead, I am jotting down a few lines about my life since CPCI.
In grade twelve I really enjoyed drafting and decided architecture would be my vocation. I
had planned to do the course at the University of Manitoba with 2 years re-architecture at
the U of S college of Engineering. Dave Jamieson and I hung out together and got hung out
together!  The Physics and Calculus were devastating, but during that year I found I really
liked English and History of Art, so the following year I transferred to Arts and Science,
majoring in Psychology. That seemed to work for me and I graduated in 1964 with a BA in
Psych and the f0llowing year, Honours in Psychology.
Then I was California-bound and in 1966 graduated with an MA in Psych from Pepperdine
University in Los Angeles. My first week on campus found me immersed in the Watts riots,
machine guns mounted at the door of every building on campus.
Following graduation I got a job as the shrink in the Prince Albert Penitentiary but I had
fallen in love with a gal named Judy and after two or three months of writing every day (no
email in those days) I resigned my job and drove back to LA only to discover she had become
engaged to Welton Becket Jr, the son of the architect of many of the Hilton Hotels around
the world  Dad gave the happy couple a million dollars for a honeymoon trip around the world,
while I, with $8 in my pocket, became a churchmouse, sleeping on the floor the the college
dormitory, while looking for work.
	I landed a job with the Institute of Crime and Delinquency as a researcher for the
Model Treatment Program in Corona, California. I lived in a beach house in Newport Beach and

commuted 60 miles each way to work, My job involved assessing prison programs (including San
Quentin) and in 1967 I found myself reviewing an innovative half-way house program in Lower
Manhatten. A weekend at Expo in Montreal changed my life. I saw a film called "A Place to
Stand" by Christopher Chapman, and decided I was meant to be a film-maker. "Give me a place
to stand, and a place to grow, and call this land On-tar-io!"   On the Monday morning I
headed back to California , resigned my job, this time with a bit of money saved, and signed
up for motion picture production at Brooks Institute. The class was full but I sat in
anyway, got to know the instructor, then two weeks later went to the registrar and told them
they might  as well take my money. They did, and six months later I had my certificate.
	I then wrote every University in Canada applying for a double appointment teaching
Psychology and doing film production. The University of Guelph hired me and from 1968 to
1970 I taught statistics and set up the film-making unit for the audio-visual department.
	There I met a young woman named Lorraine on the train coming home for Christmas in
1968. She was studying social work at Ryerson in Toronto. We were engaged the following
Christmas and married in the Fraser Valley (BC) in July 1970. The same year we headed to
Minnesota where I did a PhD program in Mass Communications, specializing in photojournalism.
Following the completion of my coursework we moved to Calgary where I sold cable TV
subscriptions door-to-door and in 1974 moved to Saskatoon to initiate cable TV cooperatives
in Saskatoon, Regina, Moose Jaw, and North Battleford.
	1975 was the worst, and best, year of my life -- high stress, bad health, marriage
breakdown. I quit my job and moved into a little unheated shack in the middle of winter and
started photographing the prairie landscape. In those days I made my living teaching
photography and gradually began leading photo tours. That escalated in the early 1980's to
the Bahamas, Ecuador, Galapagos Islands, New Zealand, Hawaii, Antarctica, Churchill Manitoba,
and the Queen Charlotte Islands. I also began teaching workshops each May in Tofino, on
Vancouver Island. That was twenty-five years ago and I am happily still at it having now
photographed in 55 countries and on all seven continents. I have ten books to my credit and
have published 185 articles for photo magazines. I am seriously considering retirement one
of these days, in about twenty or thirty years.
	Oh, yes, and in 1990 I married a wonderful woman named Sherrill who has also become
my business manager and travel companion, researcher etc. We live on eighty acres of native
prairie in Grandora, ten miles west of Saskatoon, have three gorgeous cats, a swimming pool,
an 18-foot tipi, hiking trails, and a labyrinth. I hope to see many of you out here at the
Sunday July 6th BBQ.  Jack and Prof have been great organizing this event while I have been
immersed in preparations for two photo expeditions this summer, one down the Bonnet Plume
river in the Yukon, and the other to the Thelon Nature Reserve in the Northwest Territories.
	June 30th marks our deadline to the Canada Council, as the Saskatchewan Craft
council has nominated me for the highest arts award in Canada, a 2004 Governor General's
Award in Visual and Media Arts. Though the chances are probably not great, I am totally
enjoying the honour of the nomination and loving every aspect of my wife -- I mean life!

If you want to fill in the gaps with the longer professional bio, check out
CourtmeyMilne.com which has lots of pictures.

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