Duncan and Emma's Salt Spring Island Adventure!
The serene simplicity of the sea, stretched out before me. Waves washing gently ashore, turning rock slowly into smooth pebbles. Turning pebbles into sand, one grain at a time, maybe. A heron stands looing, waiting, as oyster catchers pick through the shoreline, long orange beaks probing for their next morsel. And me, the observer, where…
I wasn’t the first time I tried to leave Facebook… To be honest I tried to kick the habit quite a few years ago. I was already getting the feeling that a lot of what I was seeing on Facebook was at best a waste of time and at worst hateful nonsense. I had a…
We had our last weekend out on the boat this weekend – a trip to Angler’s Anchorage Marina in Brentwood Bay. We got there on Friday afternoon with weather warm enough to encourage us into our shorts. And to just unwind and relax on the boat (one of us might have had a nap in…
I remember when it was just a muddy hole. No, before that actually. When it was just a part of our property – a forgotten corner outside the fence, home to deer and thistles. Always wet – the alder and bog grass showed us that. And before that part of someone else’s property, a bigger…
A heron skims the calm grey water, chasing its own reflection across the mirror flat surface. Nearby the kingfisher trills its demand for breakfast, maybe hoping to catch one of the little fish that occasionally break the surface with a ‘plop’ I hear the whine of the gas turbine, on the ferry leaving nearby Long…