Morning Light in Mr. Lee's Garden

Mr. Lee has shared his garden with me for the past few years. Hidden behind a fence it is a remarkable green space with an abundance of vegetables he cares for. Across the alley way you can see his tall bamboo trees growing from pots on a rooftop. This year he has a squash that at least 6 feet tall. He’s always happy when I come by, opening up the garden and then leaving me to work with my camera.

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.

Winter in Burn's Bog

The bog, when frozen, opens up. Its interior becomes visible, its skeletal system, clear. Water that normally runs for one day and disappears the next freezes, yet the movement of the water is traced in its odd shapes and layers of frozen surfaces. Some plants are frozen inside the ice, like bugs in amber. Their colour remains bright and life like. Most of it will thaw and just go on with what it was doing before the sudden freeze. Birds fill the lower branches of the bushes and brambles, searching for seeds. They call back and forth. I don’t know if they are sharing what they found or warning others to stay away. The low winter sun casts shadows which in the spring are never disappear. It reminds you that we are moving, not the sun. We’ve got it all wrong.

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.

A Walk On The Circular Path Around The Bog

For three or four years I have been taking this walk around the bog in Richmond, British Columbia. The hedges grow in around the route and block out the sun here and there, and left it in blazing a few inches away. The contrasts are sharp. The brush grows, often looking like wave formations and explosions. The heavy rains made the season short this year, already there is snow in the mountains.

A House Alone

A house in the local light industrial area of the city. A few such structures remain, somewhat out of place.