The best things happen in the morning. Yet some days, morning bucks you off like a wild bronco. My philosophy is to embrace it all because the rough rides give life to important lessons. Every morning I set out either… Read more
A Little Beauty
like no other
One evening last week the most awe-inspiring and spectacular sunset occurred. It was so remarkable that people were coming out of their homes and yards and making their way down to the hem of the sea. It’s unusual that so… Read more
A Story
yesterday, through my lens
First, let’s turn right and see what’s going on at the marina. We’ll head back to the rock jetty shortly. Okay, let’s head back to the rock jetty and see what everyone is watching. Every year, practically outside our back… Read more
A Story
first snow
Big, fat, fluffy flakes. A curtain of them, falling so softly and nearly silent. The air imbued with a mix of fragrance both briny and petrichor. Before long, everything was laden with a heavy blanket of snow. That was yesterday…. Read more
General
invoke winter … stand by the sea
Rachel Carson: “Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature—the assurance that dawn comes after night, and… Read more
A Story
A potpourri: storms to northern lights
We’ve had storms. On Wednesday I wrote: The storm is a spectator sport with roller derby waves, trees doing the rhumba, rain falling like waving racetrack flags, and winds sounding like angry fans. After my piano lesson I had a blast out… Read more
General
how simple a thing is
“We write to taste life twice.” — Anais Nin Eagles gathered with the squabble of seagulls — anticipating and scavenging as the herring run on the Salish Sea began this past week. Sea lions, fat as slugs, stalked and barked,… Read more
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and then
Arms stretching, reaching as if grasping for that smear of sky the colour of someone’s baby blues. Inhaling the salty air clothed with sweet wet cedar. Juncos, chickadees, and their avian relatives flit, flutter, chirp and call. One more deep breath to… Read more