I have been cooped up for long hours, working on the computer, and I needed to get some fresh air…
Here is one of my favourite escapes: a walk to the top of Mount Warburton Pike, on Saturna. It leads to superb view points of ocean and islands. Sometimes, a few flying superstars show up, and do aerial ballets, to the delight of those of us who make it up there.
On the day I took this picture, a pair of eagles was busy doing their thing. There were several more soaring in the thermals that rise in front of the bluffs.
There are also squadrons of crows and, later this summer, teams of turkey vultures. It’s an exhilarating show.
The islands in view are in the US: Orcas islands. Behind them, the straight of Juan de Fuca, and the mountains in the background are part of the Olympic Peninsula, in Washington state. One of these days, I’ll go on a road trip and check it out.
In the meantime, I wander my island and enjoy the great outdoors.
Now that the sun is a little bit more reliable and dares to show up several days in a row – well, almost – I am coming out of my winter hibernation. I have also tried to spend more time walking every day, roving around, really looking my surroundings.
These days, the woods around here a covered in bright emerald mosses, the result of many many days of rain. They are also punctuated by little calypso orchirds like this one. It’s always a treat to come upon one or several of these little beauties while walking the dog. They remind me of the value of high contrast, to generate visual interest. Who knows, maybe I’ll apply that idea to something textile (she says to herself, with a smile).
I also cleaned out and organized my picture files. That was a herculean task, because I have accumulated thousands (really!) of pictures over the years. In this website’s photography page, I have uploaded some new galleries of pictures here, here and here. Hope you enjoy them. More will be coming, as soon as I get my act together.
When I roam the shoreline, my eyes are drawn to details. This is probably due to the fact that I am nearsighted. Anyway, the most ordinary things catch my attention, like the sunlight reflected in this kelp blade, washed onto the shore at the end of the season.
Some people might consider this a Rorschach test…
Well, for me, it’s a test of what sunlight can do to the most ordinary things: transform them, create some magic out of daily life. And sunlight in winter is at a premium on the West Coast. So people tend to make the most of it when it does show up…
…c’est la lumière vivante que chacun porte en soi
et que tout le monde étouffe pour faire comme tout le monde
tu grilles ceux qui t’approchent
ceux qui veulent te prendre
mais tu les aimes
la vie c’est toi
la vie vivante qui marche en avant
en revenant sur ses pas
qui marche tout droit qui fait des détours et qui n’en fait pas
soleil de nuit
lune de jour
étoiles de l’après-midi
battements de coeur avant l’amour
I wander the beaches of this island several times a week. There is so much beauty in the bits of flotsam left behind by the tide, I am having trouble distilling it. Call it visual overstimulation… In hommage to the shoreline, here is a trio of pictures from the edge.
Everywhere I looked, that day, more sensuous lines were on offer…