FROM the SHORE...

"The voice of the sea speaks to the soul..." Jennifer Donnelly

"For every moment the sea is peace and relief, there is another when it shivers and stirs to become chaos." - Tim Winton

"Would you learn the secrets of the sea? " -Longfellow

“Hark, now hear the sailors cry,

Smell the sea, and feel the sky,

Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic." -Van Morrison

"Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part..." -Hermann Broch

“As the wind, wandering over the sea, takes from each wave an invisible portion, 

and brings to those on shore the ethereal essence of ocean, so the air lingering among the woods and hedges—

green waves and billows—became full of fine atoms of summer.”-Richard Jeffries

Photographs 2026

 

SUMMER COLLAGE...

"Live in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink in the wild air..." 

                                                                                                                                -Emerson

"In summer, the song sings itself..." -William Carlos Williams

"Watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means a waste of time..." -John Lubbock

Simon and Rona

Yum Yum the deer.

"The summer night is like a perfection of thought..." 

-Wallace Stevens

"Let us dance in the sun wearing wildflowers in our hair..." 

-Susan Polis Schutz

“Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy. To do nothing and have it count for something. To lie in the grass and count the stars. To sit on a branch and study the clouds.” — Regina Brett

"Summertime is always the best of what might be..." 

-Charles Bowden

Tyee Spit

Quadra island Coast mtns

"The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever..." -E.Lockhart

"Oh Sunlight. The most precious gold to be found on Earth..." -Roman Payne

"The slow breeze and the summer sun write our memories..."-Debasish Mridha

Photographs 2026

 

MERCURIAL...

A house. Forsaken, at the edge of an overgrown path. An ocean at its doorstep. A lost field of dry grass.  A slumbering mercurial night. Wind washed, in the rain. The rain, rain, rain…

 Forest tendrils dripped and dragged forlorn roots. Muddy steps, torn and smothered.  Waiting alone beside an iron gate, exposed.  It swung like a child’s swing, on rusted hinges.

Effortless footfalls from long ago. Perhaps hundreds of 

them. Over those broken stairs that led to even more broken 

doors.  In the rain. That sweet, endless rain. 

                     

Green moss, resembling old man hairpieces, slid down its 

broken shingles. Cracked drainpipes rattled like rocky waterfalls. 

Hawks, enviable raptors of the forest, sat in damp feathers, 

on the roof peaks, calling to each other.  Dawn was about to 

break. Their amber eyes scanning. The hunt was about to begin.

A house, cold now, in the last vestiges of winter, longed for 

warmth. Fields parched and barren stretched beyond its border. 

                             

Muffled rooms, framed by broken glass windows. A great 

silence, except for 

the froth and bubble of wet drapes flapping in their wake. 

A neglected stone fireplace emitted its final embers before ceasing to function.  Someone had been there. Someone, in the murky hours. Someone passing by.

Ashes covered the broken hearth.  The house breathed 

heavily. It remembered. Woken at last by starlight in the old 

fire. It remembered what it was like before winter’s frigid goodbye.

                                    

Someone had lit the fire. Alone in the cold. Then wrapped in the old drapes, had sat before its low flames. Smoke drifted through the vacant rooms.

  

A house, neither grand or new, sat peacefully in the silvery quiet of the morning.  Once, long ago, mortal souls walked and lived in this place. 

Time pondered. In the rain. Waiting for Someone. 

The rain gurgled, then dwindled, drenching the house while it waited. In the rain.

Photographs 2026