This morning, early, I drove up and then down the Fraser River, looking for some magic in the fog. None was found on the river, which cleared sooner than the countryside running along it. Finally, when nearly back in town I saw these wires stretching across the cranberry fields. They were strikingly lonely looking.
After the Fog Lifted in the Garden
When the rain stopped, after nearly two weeks, there was a wonderful fog back. I tried to get to it but it seemed to blow away in front of me before finally lifting as a whole.
A Walk in the Forest on a Rainy Day
A Walk On The Circular Path Around The Bog
For three or four years I have been taking this walk around the bog in Richmond, British Columbia. The hedges grow in around the route and block out the sun here and there, and left it in blazing a few inches away. The contrasts are sharp. The brush grows, often looking like wave formations and explosions. The heavy rains made the season short this year, already there is snow in the mountains.
The Rock Along the Pathway
A large rock along a pathway by the river, how much of it there is unseen, I don’t know. Usually it is covered with kids, as we are still close to the parking lot for the trailhead.
A House Alone
A house in the local light industrial area of the city. A few such structures remain, somewhat out of place.
The Meadow Along the Pathway
The Birds That Wait Forever
These birds, placed in this setting to give them a feeling of life and “the real” instead have a feeling of isolation, aloneness, and emptiness. There seems to be little hope, little future, in spite of the fact they will be there, on the same branch tomorrow, next week, and 5 years from now. Still, I am drawn to them because they don’t move as I study them and notice each feather.