Early this morning, right at day break, I returned to the small woodland at the delta of the Fraser River on the Pacific Coast. Some trees had recently fallen from the parameter of the woodland and light was streaming in where I have never seen it. Where five years ago there had been a Sturt of growth of vines and seedlings, all of those were gone. They had dried out, and crumbled to the ground. I wonder what happened then that brought about a change inside the dark forest, and why it has stopped.
Late August in the Garden.
Late August there is a sudden growth spurt. Overnight things change. This year, at the garden’s edge near the woodlands the building are about to be overwhelmed by the plants. Maybe this year the plants win.
Sunrise in the garden.
Early morning in the garden means as the sun rises. Regretfully that can mean coyotes and bears looking for breakfast.
The Back Yard.
The Creek Running Through Town.
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.
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.
