South Pirate’s Cove and Ruxton Pass from afar. Beyond the freighter in Trincomali Channel is Valdez Island then across the Strait of Georgia, the Coast Mountains of mainland Canada. I love many of our local place names. Yes, I tinkered with this image, and I’m pleased with it.
The old quote about how a picture is worth a thousand words is well known. There is so much blah, blah about Covid this and that, the economy, the new depression, bio-warfare, our political leaders and all the ramifications around the planet, what’s gone to poo, the horrors yet to come, the rumours, what might be right or wrong…phew! We all feel like we’re packing a bus on our back. Hell’s teeth! We’re tense, reactive, afraid, depressed and all feel like prisoners of something we can’t see. We’re supposed to stay home alone, stay sane, fit and wholly healthy. So, without anymore blither, here are a few thousand words. I’ve found some lost photo files and along with those taken today I’m simply going to post them. Hopefully we all have someone to love, something to do, something to look forward to. Namaste.
Bliss!Somewhere there goes a young engineer.Ling LipsBy accident of timing, angle, light and shadow, I can see a Parrot Fish beneath the one on top.Landfall. 97 days from Covid Atoll. Did they really have to eat the cabin boy?South Nanaimo Harbour from Jack Point. The three boats with orange markings are part of a high-speed spill response fleet we now have on the South Coast.A Jack moment.Seeds over troubled water.Most folks prefer the common way, low, straight, wide and safe.Jack and I prefer paths less travelled.At sundown the tide turned to ebb.The dreaded Tiger Slug.A vine heart spinning in the wind. Heart warming!Three lights to steer by. (Venus, I think) is to the right of the moon.Verily, verily, from the coal heap sprang forth great beauty.Beach detail. In many places, we have splendid sandstone beaches.The ripple effect. The sandstone wears into infinite intriguing patternsThe beach house…I’ll take it! The lights weren’t on and there was a sack on the chimney. It looks a perfect place to practice social isolation.The lost drum. Without it, the Unga Bunga tribe could not call its members to the meeting house. So the drummer boy drank all the banana beer by himself.Patience my ass, I wanna kill something!Eventually the winding path came to the bridge under calm water.A hole in one. They suited each other like a rock in a boom stick. Uh huh!A Moon Jellyfish. With no apparent brain these mysterious creatures manage to migrate, navigate and propagate. There’s something to ponder.Root and Shoot. Bloom where you’re planted.
“You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of it all your life.” – Joan Miro
