The Tree Fort by the Memorial Bridge

Recently I posted a photo of this tree fort on a sunny day, but early this morning there was a fog warning and I rushed down the the inlet where I knew the fog would be thick. I took several photos of forts built along the railway track, but this one, with the bridge in the background, was my favourite.

A Walk in the Woodlands after the Rain.

Here in British Columbia it has been raining for 7-8 days straight. The weather reports says to expect another 7-10 days of rain. When I saw the rain had stopped, even if just for an hour or so, I knew this would be a time to take some images and drove in the dark to Richmond to a small part area that is maybe 3 city blocks square. There was a bit of waiting while the sun came up, and then I walked quickly into the woods in case the clouds totally lifted. I went down the single path that makes its way between the trees and underbrush. There are lot’s of birch trees, but most are dying because the bog has nowhere to flow and being surrounded by streets never really dies out with the change of seasons and the roots just rot our. As they fall in a windstorm some of their white branches can become caught in the web of other branches. In the photos the broken bits look like they are magically floating, refusing to leave the sky.

The Monument Without a Purpose

Looking out over the Pacific, the monument has nothing to say. People get off the road, park and walk by to see the ocean, but ignore the obvious.

The Dead Tree Tells Its Story

Cold has frozen the creek and floods from the beaver dams, along with the snow, have flattened the grass. Things usually hidden in the undergrowth are seen in the winter, and they tell winter tales. Most of the fallen trees still have large amounts of soil attached to their roots, but this one has little left other than the skeleton. Even in death it seems to have suffered.

Flooding in the Delta

The rain stopped early today and we went down to a woodlands along the Pacific coast. There the high tide and strong winds blowing inland Brough a flood inland. Pathways throughout the woodlands were flooded, some were like little streams. What all the salt water will do to the cottonwoods I’m not sure.

The Lines Over the Cranberries.

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.