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 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…
Early morning sun pulls dampness from the cool grass, turning last night’s rain into a band of soft white mist, like a blanket covering the earth just before it wakes. The flycatcher calls, “quick three beers, quick three beers” A lone bee circles me, just to see who I am. I hear a bird of…