The streams, which last year had trimmed pathways on one side, have been allowed to return to their old nature, with overgrowth so high it’s now impossible to follow the creek.
The Creek Running Through Town.
In the Forest, On the Mountain Slope, in the Shadows.
A Swimming Pool in the Garden
The Studio Window in the Early Evening
The studio window, early evening. The light, in late July, already changing. The plants still growing relentlessly.
In the Rain Forest Along the Capilano River.
I walk through the forests to find these places where there is chaos, but somewhere a glimmer of oder comes through. That’s it, I just want a touch of order.
House with Roses, Vancouver.
The fort at the Edge of the Forest.
This fort has stood at the edge of the forest, now for over three years. 20 feet in one direction, new homes. 20 feet in the other, bears.