Andrew McLachlan is an internationally published freelance photographer / writer with a special interest in natural history. His images of landscapes, flora and fauna have been used by numerous publications and organizations for use in magazines, calendars, annual reports, websites, CDs and advertisements. Some of those publications and organizations include: Ducks Unlimited Canada, Harrowsmith Counrty Life, Canadian Gardening, Canadian Wildlife Federation, Ontario Nature, Nature Canada, Cottage Life, Lake Superior Magazine and WorkCabin.ca.
Extensive travels throughout Ontario have led to a large, well edited, diverse collection of sharp, brilliant, well composed photos ranging from macro to telephoto, artistic to abstract and documentary. There are also small, but growing collections of agricultural, people in nature and Caribbean imagery. The images on this website represent a small sample of a much larger file of both digitally captured images and 35mm transparencies. All digital files and 35mm film scans are processed to ensure the highest standard of quality to meet our client's expectations.
Andrew lives on the outskirts of a small town near Barrie, Ontario, Canada.
To inquire about licensing fees for image use or to view a larger selection of his work please contact the office at firstname.lastname@example.org
Sampson was my faithful photo companion for six years. He was a large, mixed-breed Shepherd that wieghed in at 110 lbs.
When my wife and I moved to our rural home a seven year old German Shepherd lived down the road about a mile. He was allowed to roam free and thus learned to take care of himself and hunt for food. A wild dog essentially. Shortly after we moved in Sampson came to "check-out" the new folks. I threw a stick for him to fetch. He never left. His owners said "keep him" - our story had begun. For his safety, and for the welfare of the wildlife around our home we fenced in our yard. Prior to fencing in the yard, often he would be seen hunting for meadow voles and rabbits in an abandoned cattle pasture behind our home.
Sampson and I spent many wonderful days in the wilderness. Occasionally, Sampson would get away and go for 2-3 hour runs through the wilderness. I guess he needed his "alone-time" out there. He always returned. His instincts in unfamiliar woodlands always amazed me. One day something was just not right with him. We started out for a walk, he stopped after a few steps, wanting to go back into the house. I knew we had just completed our last walk together. I took him to the vet to see what was wrong. He was diagnosed with a large tumor in his abdomen. The next day Sampson died in his sleep at home. He was 13 years old.