In the distance, a line of trees forms, The watch quietly from a distance.
Flowers in the mountains.
From a larger series on loss. This site is hidden away in a low mountainous, hilly area of forest. The love of the mountains can be clearly seen. At night the solar flowers give off a wonderful glow.
A seat in the garden, to watch the garden grow.
The Green Throne. Coquitlam, British Columbia.
At the end of the season, the abundance can barely be kept in.
Coquitmam, BC.
All wrapped up at the end of the season.
From a small public garden in British Columbia.
The Garden.
In the garden, at the end of the growing season.
After crossing the bridge.
I often find it strange how how people can engage in an activity at the same time, yet be so separated. These three individuals just walked across the Faser River, on a walkway that hangs under the bridge. The walkway was a second thought it seems. Walking below the bridge they have been so isolated with only one way to go, one path to take, yet when they finish they quickly separate and go their own way, nearly oblivious one another.
Richmond, BC, Canada.
Fraternal twins.