Yesterday I went down to a beach just after 5 am and watched the solstice sunrise with friends. There were seals, possibly an otter, a hummingbird, and passing orcas. There was a faint sundog to one side of the rising sun.
In the evening I mediated and watched the full moon rise just before 9:30. There were seals, an eagle in the tree above us, drummers on the other point, and a collection of people who are good to spend time with.
Solstice and strawberry moon, all at once. I’m told that it will be 70 years till it happens again. I made a conscious decision not to take a camera, in order to be in the moment, but I took some snaps with my phone.
The world is a beautiful place, especially where we live.
There was quite a wind down at the beach today; the ripples in the tidepools made for some interesting effects.
Every once in a while we leave our island and go Somewhere Else; this was one of those days. Weather a bit iffy, but on the whole good, mostly cloud to keep us cool with occasional sunny breaks later to cheer us. We took our bikes on a foot ferry to Newcastle Island, a provincial park, and rode around the whole thing (well, as much as was designated bike trail). At one point we dumped the bikes and took our panniers (memo to self: use backpack next time) to a beach where we ate granola bars (or in my case, a muffin) and whistled at a raccoon that hadn’t looked around to see who was there when it came onto the beach. (Much startlement!) Then we ambled with our bikes to a viewpoint and finished lunch. Then we headed home and the brief rain just missed us.
These pictures are from a little mini-inlet that runs from ocean into a saltgrass meadow. I was quite taken by the grass, which looked astonishingly like someone had given it a bad haircut. There were a couple of nondescript brown birds running around in the grass; I’m not positive as I didn’t have binos but I think they were cowbirds. There were also three killdeer on the mud, with much birdy yelling—I suspect a youngun asking for food and parents saying “You’re on your own now, kiddo.”
A lovely day altogether.
Well, the first one is quite abstractish. Do you know what this is?
And the second one is somewhat abstract as well.
Ha! Nice graphic shapes, and it’s easier to see what it is. This is clearly taken on a jaunt to the seashore.
As was this. The colours in the highlights on the scales are pretty amazing.
I haven’t a clue why sand lances seem to beach themselves like little miniature whales at this time of year, but they do. And if you scoop them up and toss them into the water they’ll head straight back onto land and start gasping.
Having been more or less trapped inside for two weeks, yesterday I whined and whinged and basically said MUST GET OUTSIDE NOW until Peri agreed. So I hobbled to the car and we drove down to a rather nice park with lovely views. And then took what is normally less than a 5 minute walk.
When you are on crutches and can only put half your weight on your broken foot, a park trail full of roots and gravel and suchlike takes considerably longer. But I made it to the lookout and the view.
Eventually it was Made Known to me that we were not going to spend all bloody day out in sub-zero temperatures, even if it was sunny, and I hobbled back to the car.
Today Foot isn’t sure it really appreciated the extra workout. But my sanity sure did.
A beautiful day for photographing rockpools on sandstone.
Sometimes out of focus photos just look good. I quite liked this one.
And this is what it looked like in focus… I liked it that way too.
It was the congruity of the shapes in the reflection and the background that caught my eye.
I’m late. I’m late.
With a ferry.
With Our Dog. Waiting. Waiting patiently. Waiting patiently for the Ball to be Thrown.
It’s been raining quite a bit over the last couple of days, doesn’t feel like summer at all. It rained this morning, then seemed to clear in the afternoon, so I grabbed Our Dog and headed down to the beach.
Well of course, by the time I’d gotten out to the lowest low tide point, way out on the flats, the rain was back. And me with no rainjacket, silly optimist that I am.
Oh well. I ignored it, except for cursing that the wind was driving it against exactly the direction I wanted to take pictures into. After a bit it let up, and actually brightened up, but there was more coming, as is clear in this photo. So we headed back in before the next burst hit.
A nice excursion, all in all.
Formed by a convenient assemblage of rocks.
At very low tides on rocky beaches I sometimes see a pinkish crusty… something… on the rocks. Maybe some kind of hydrocoral? I’m not great on species that generally require a wetsuit and scuba gear to examine closely.
Anyway, this rock caught a bit of sunlight and glowed pinkly under the weed in a tide pool. The sun went behind a cloud the instant I uncapped my camera, of course, but a bit of the pink glow was still there.
This is the last set of pictures from the trip to the west coast of Vancouver Island—the odds and ends. This first one is the lighthouse at Amphitrite Point—spectacular in a storm, but not too shabby on a sunny day either. (I just discovered there’s a live webcam of this lighthouse, now there’s something to bring up on a story day!)
So here’s another batch of pictures from my recent mini-vacation. This one was taken on the first day—not so sunny, but very pretty nonetheless. Continue reading “Wild Pacific Trail”
Crab shells. And more…!
But partly it’s been because I’ve been away for a few days… here.
Long Beach, Vancouver Island. One of the prettiest places on earth. I’ll post more pictures over the next few days.