Late August there is a sudden growth spurt. Overnight things change. This year, at the garden’s edge near the woodlands the building are about to be overwhelmed by the plants. Maybe this year the plants win.
Sunrise in the garden.
Early morning in the garden means as the sun rises. Regretfully that can mean coyotes and bears looking for breakfast.
The Back Yard.
The Creek Running Through Town.
The streams, which last year had trimmed pathways on one side, have been allowed to return to their old nature, with overgrowth so high it’s now impossible to follow the creek.
In the Forest, On the Mountain Slope, in the Shadows.
A Swimming Pool in the Garden
The Studio Window in the Early Evening
The studio window, early evening. The light, in late July, already changing. The plants still growing relentlessly.
In the Rain Forest Along the Capilano River.
I walk through the forests to find these places where there is chaos, but somewhere a glimmer of oder comes through. That’s it, I just want a touch of order.