quarry, texada island (yes, that's me swimming)

wildwood sunset

if I stand really still will you think I'm a garden ornament?

This is the young, but rather substantial buck who took years off my life when he sauntered around the corner of the house at the exact moment that I was sauntering around it from the other direction. I squealed and, gratifyingly, he did the equivalent of a deer squeal and leapt several feet into the air, before regaining his composure and continuing his stroll across the garden.

becalmed in malaspina straight

There is a story to this title that I will get around to writing soon...