The canopy in Portage park in black and white.
The morning Fog.
This mornings due on the cloths line made a great pattern.
water
Weekly Photo Challenge: Point of View : 2
This morning I rose early to find a beautiful day!
I woke the dog, grabbed the camera and headed for the Gorge waterway.
The Gorge is a salt water waterway that runs though the city. This day the water was mirror like in it’s calmness and a stunning opportunity for photograph’s.
The Sea, Weekly Photo Challenge
Living on an Island made this an easy challenge. The sea is all around us! It is vibrant and living. Let us do all that we can to keep it that way!
Fire Tug on maneuvers, Straight of Juan De Fuca, Victoria BC, Canada
Fallen Trees come with the tide.
Botanical Beach, Vancouver Island, BC
Quallium Beach Vancouver Island
Swans in the salt water Esquimalt lagoon.
The Ocean is precious, let us honor it by keeping it safe and clean!
The Family Photo – Urban wild life
The Family, the fawns spots are fading and soon they will wander on their own.
Mom finding another feeding place for her and her family – the fawns are hidden in the grass.
A mother crow feeding her young on the beach at the Gorge, Victoria BC.
pigeons finding a roost in the crane for the day. tomorrow it will be used and the birds will have to find some trees.
A mating pair of swans feeding in the Gorge
A few shots of the endearing wildlife within walking distance of my front door.
Carefree : Weekly photo challenge
A care free evening in Victoria BC Canada at the Gorge Waterway.
Botanical Beach, Juan De Fuca Provincial Park, Vancouver Island, Canada
Click on any picture to enlarge.
Botanical Beach is located on the west coast of Vancouver Island. It is part of the Juan de Fuca Provincial Park. It is an amazing place even in the morning fog. We struck camp at 6:30 am and made it down to Botanical Beach for the 8:09 am low tide of 1.5 feet. It is a half mile hike down to the beach from the parking lot. The fog was heavy on the trees tops.
At the bottom of the steep terrain the beach opens up to the pacific ocean. It is a vast space. 
The blue of the ocean hides under the fog. The fog does not detract from the astounding space of Botanical Beach.
The diversity is not only in the plant and animal life, it is compounded in the rock formations.
Tide pools abound – both small and large like the one above that mirrors the trees up on the cliff.
Or like this one, small but deep.
Or this one that harbours a sea urchin and some sea vegetation.
Botanical Beach is a shutter bugs dream! Everywhere you look, another stellar vista to take in.
Focus:
Fairy Lake Vancouver Island British Columbia, Canada
My dream: a poem
‘the sun is high, just shy of noon
I stand in this warmth – confused
beneath my feet, a once familiar place
is but dust and gravel.
‘All around me are the hues
of desolation, textures long buried
fray the landscape of brown and gold.
I pan the horizon, shattered
gray green tuffs plot an
unseen venue, familiar but broken.
‘From behind me a man speaks,
Only one word he utters “Look”
the sound of the syllable barren
I am compelled, commanded!
‘Stretching his arm, the owner
points to a glimmer of light.
Upon the horizons edge. It is small
and hard to see anything other than
the gritty landscape.
‘This glimmer of light, nothing
more than a reflection draws my focus.
I see it now, small but growing
against the bleakness of this
foreign landscape.
‘As it draws closer, I can not see
how it moves over such a barren
landscape. Yet is moving, closer
and now I recognize it to be a
cruise ship.
‘But how can this be, gliding over
land like it was on water?
The movement causes ripples
where the two meet!
This is not so! A ship cannot ride land
like water! And Yet
‘ the gritty uneven land did bob and weave
not unlike the ripples of a pond
The ship drew nearer and it was
a gleaming spectacle
in these hues of destruction.
‘My perplexity deepened upon
inspection of passing rows upon rows
decks and windows sealed and void.
This spectacle of white appeared lifeless
as it moved forward to an untold destination.
“Look” I turn to my left and there is blue
where there was none before. Long
jetties skimmed the surface
revealing familiar blue hues of water.
The hulk of white slipped into this cleared port
the jetties clicked to a closed
position keeping the gritty sludge at bay.
‘Once docked a bay door
pressed down to the parched earth.
A single automobile disembarked
and sped along a dusty path
to some unseen destination.
‘It was then that I awoke, my
breath shallow and my heart pumping,
I looked to my familiar bedroom, clamed by
the breaths of my partner beside me.
I slept once more and yet this dream
haunts me in its entirety.
By Cathryn E Tremain July 2012 – Dream Jan 2011
