RAIN SWEPT...

RAIN in the COUNTRY by Margaret E. Sangster (1828-1912)

The rain fell like a song of hope on fields that had been dying.

It was a mother's loving kiss upon a wistful face.

                                

Tall trees that had been parched and dry 

broke into gentle sighing

And happiness lay like a smile upon the garden place
The house was very snug and sweet; the rain's kind slender fingers

Made magic on the sloping roof and smoothed the streaming pane.

                               

We lighted candles, slim and white, 

and, like a dream that lingers,

                               

They painted paths of drifting light 

against the silver rain.

The house was very sweet and snug.. its shadows caressing.

Yet for a moment we were swept away with sudden aching                              
For folk who do not understand....

that rain may be a blessing, who wander, shelterless, and sad,

                                 

across the rain-swept city.

Photographs 2026 Campbell River, B.C.

                      

 

Driving CAMPBELL RIVER, B.C.

"In our town there is a secret spot                                                                                                                                                                                                     (Blood Moon)

where you can still see the stars at night,

believe it or not.                                                                   ( the Campbell river)

It is the only spot like that left,                                        (Alder Street)

unclouded by the dwindling skyscrapers

dwindling by.                                    Mt Washington range                         (downtown)

(looking south)

It is a good place to walk...

                                                   

and talk in whispers.

(quadra island)

Following the little hill that rises from the park, to a small clearing..." -Joe Meno

"Vancouver Island, where the wild things are..." -Maurice Sendak

                                                 

"The forest is blanketed by the greenest ferns and moss and bonsai-like trees, a wild majesty that beckons hobbits and pixies and elves and dreamers." - Shannon M. Mullen

(coast mtns)

Photographs 2026 

 

LAST DAY in FEBRUARY...

FROM GITANJALI (XLIV) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) 

This is my delight

Thus to wait and watch at the wayside

where shadow chases light and the rain comes

                                             

                in the wake of the summer. Messengers...

M

with tidings from unknown skies,

greet me and speed along the road.

                                        

My heart is glad within,

and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.

                             

                   From dawn till dusk...

I sit here before my door.

                        

               And I know that of a sudden 

the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.

                  In the meanwhile...

I smile and I sing all alone.

In the meanwhile

the air is filling with the perfume of promise.

                        

Photographs 2026