Found Objects

Walking on the beach last Sunday with F, we came across a pirate as the sun turned away and made all the beached arbutus burn as if on fire.

Summer Into Fall

Suddenly it is fall on the coast. In mid-september I went from sandals in the sunshine to dew on my bare ankles. Now I am wearing wool and gore-tex. I never thought i’d make it this far. October and I am still in my little apartment overlooking the sea. The leaves are turning everywhere and it is brilliant. Last week, F and I went to see if there were any salmon in Angus creek, near Porpoise Bay in Sechelt. (A lot like the salmon, we returned to the spot we met). However, there were no salmon in the creek, and very little water in the stream.

I have also returned my mother’s gift to me: use of her car for the summer. I have lived for almost 10 years without a car in Vancouver and Toronto, but in a small town, I know it is different but I am up for the challenge and will post my thoughts about it over the next few months.

A Real-Life Beachcomber!

My old/new friend Colin asked me a while ago, “what is it like to live in Gibsons?” Then he answered his own question with, “I guess we were all there on Sunday nights right?” The answer is yes and no. Gibsons are very community-minded and friendly but I rarely see a lot of work happening on the water. The odd fishing boat goes by, but it is mostly sailboats and powerboats. So today, I was more than a little excited to see a real live beachcomber! Complete with a boat like Relic’s, he pulled up in front of the house , hooked the log on the beach with ease and gunned the engine! It made my heart sing.

Gibsons by Kayak

F and I kayaked all around my neighborhood this past weekend. Saw seal pups in Paisley Islands, and teenage campers on Keats Island, and we met the nice couple from Calgary who left city life for an opportunity to own a piece of land on Gambier Island and run the general store.

Exodus all around me.

Swallows

Today the swallows flit and bounce and chase each other outside my window. A welcome distraction from the dry annual report i am writing.

Gloriously Ungraceful

Today seven Kingfishers swam together in the shallows while a small boy waded into the fleeting tide. And then a wet golden lab bounded into the water gloriously ungraceful. With no idea of boundaries: it was pure joy.