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True merit, like a river, the deeper it is, the less noise it makes. Edward Wood, 1st Earl of Halifax

True merit, like a river, the deeper it is, the less noise it makes. Edward Wood, 1st Earl of Halifax

One of the first out of hibernation, a garter snake observes the spring with the eyes of patience. Slow down, he tells me. Watch around you. Taste the air. There is always something to be learned from nature. Tamron 20mm f2.8, one of the few modern lenses I own.

“It’s good to leave each day behind, like flowing water, free of sadness. Yesterday is gone and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing.” — Rumi

A wonderful hike through Vancouver Island’s temperate rainforest yesterday. The running water is SO calming. Paradise found.

Holly suffers a bit from seasonal typecasting. Like so many great melodies that are in Christmas songs, it seems wrong to only bring it out once per year. Here is some spring holly!

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The day was actually sunny, but if one wanders far enough into the woods, darkness can still be found. Super Takumar 50mm f1.4, my trusty glass.

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” Rainer Maria Rilke

“The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color — oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...” ― Anna Godbersen, The Luxe

Mornings here in the village are often full of sunbeams, and enough coffee for all. I am blessed, and I am grateful every single day. The world outside seems like it has gone crazy, but here, we can escape much of it. We are all rescues here, as well in one way or another.

The occipital region of a small rodent skull, looking ghostly in the local woods. This skull came from an owl pellet. Owls eat their prey whole, but cannot digest bones. The bones and other indigestible parts are regurgitated through the beak.

Sunset over the village heathers. A little joy in a world that seems to have lost much of the joy that was meant to be.

The song of the siren. I heard it and I followed her into the depths. This has been the fate of mariners and pirates for centuries.

“Well I took off a year and I took off my dead skin And I didn’t take it down to zero, dear, just to take it all again” @richardbuckner - This Is Where Every sunrise is a new start, and every sunset is an ending of sorts. I start my days with gratitude.

The village continues its slow and beautiful march toward spring. Crocus blossoms abound. It is a thing of beauty, this changing of the seasons.

“There we were, in the jungle…” Tanner James, that most adventurous of all hounds, in his element.

Georgia Joy, stealer of hearts, bringer of kisses. All in this home are rescued in one way or another, starting with me.

A Porst Color Reflex Auto 55mm F1.4 lens adds a touch of magic to an already wonderful coastal scene.

A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace. David Steindl-Rast These little signs of spring are popping up close to home.

To know that the two dogs we opened our home to feel loved and safe is one of the great treasures in my life. They were both street dogs in Mexico, and both have absolute hearts of gold. I am blessed, and grateful.

I have seen many storms in my life. Most storms have caught me by surprise, so I had to learn very quickly to look further and understand that I am not capable of controlling the weather, to exercise the art of patience and to respect the fury of nature. Paulo Coelho

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water. Christopher Morley Boys cry, too.

What the Japanese call Komorebi (木漏れ日): Sunshine filtering through the trees, captured by a vintage Japanese lens.

Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. James M. Barrie

The outside world is crazy right now, but we are safe and warm at home.

Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky.

Memories of evenings at the lake. Warm, wonderful and slow.

The Vancouver Island rainforest after a good day of soaking. Magic is there, if you look in the right spot, at the right angle. Vintage 50mm lens, a Super Takumar f1.4.

Down in the moss again, looking into a fairytale world where all life exists in a glorious cycle. The darker the human world gets, the more I am comforted in the temperate rainforest floor, and her many magnificent denizens.

So though I tremble in the darkness In the cold and frozen snow I am grateful for the winter For the winter comes to show That our trouble is never over And our work is never done But with the turning of the season We will always see the sun Noah Gundersen - Honest Songs

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realise they were the big things. Photography forces me to slow down and appreciate those little things. A joy for the eye, and a salve for the soul.

Full house, full heart. Georgia Joy, rescued very pregnant off the streets of Tijuana, has brought her namesake joy to Canada.

Flashback Friday. That glorious crow on the run to Port Alberni. Lots of miles at a sporting pace made that machine a tool of healing for a soul in need.

There is a Japanese word that describes this very scene: komorebi. It means the interplay of sunlight filtering through the leaves of trees. It describes the beauty of nature’s play on light and shadow. Like most untranslatable words, komorebi captures something more than its literal meaning.

My sweet boy, Tanner James.