Through their eyes

Even the broken shells are interesting. Chubby hands keep bringing them to me, then little legs run away again to find more. A rock! A bit of sea weed (shaped like a hand - they call that one dead man's fingers)! A piece of glass rolled endlessly by the tide - it's round!

Look! A seagull! A crow! Seals!

Pouring water out of yellow rubber boots so they don't weigh them down. Clumsy running in the loose rocks and sand of the beach - tripping, falling down. They bounce - up and running again.

Climbing on rocks. One of the little ones tumbles - head over feet over head... Tears. Wow that had to hurt. Only moments, then up and climbing again.

Look! More shells here in this algae pool! A crab! Look at this green rock! Let's go explore that cave!

Skipping stones. The little ones just throw, eager for the splashing; older brother skips the flat ones.

Let's race back to the fire!

Marshmallows!!

noteworthy bits

I am experiencing an odd surge of excitement (this is where I preempt the inevitable naughty comment from Mr. Collins - Stop it!). I have just, through a marathon bit of surfing, found out a bunch of things that make me extremely excited about the abundance of musical fun I will be having this summer.

It would seem that my favorite bit of mainstream is coming to Klondike Days. Yes, the delightful Sam Roberts will be appearing on the Telus Stage and I will be there enjoying every word he sings. ( is he mainstream? I think he is. For me anyways.)

Also at K-Days, my favorite band is playing not once but twice.

wow, I haven't spent that much time at K-days since the good ol' Lemon Heaven days.

Also in my travels: Turns out Dan Bern is releasing an EP filled with some new songs - quite political and timely.

Also, I found out about this.

And someone sent me this
Which is just funny...um...I mean interesting to contemplate no funny. No judgement .... really.... I'm not making any judgements.

All in all, a productive bit of surfing.

"See you _______."

I don't know what to put in that blank space. I don't know the answer to "when?" When I said goodbye I wasn't sure for how long. I just know it will be longer than I'm used to. Longer maybe than we've ever gone before. I only know I'll miss her. I always do.

Forgotten phenomena

Friday - you could see my breath while we walked beside the water. Not because it was cold (it wasn't) but because the humidity was so high that the moment my breath hit the air it condensed with the fog into mist upon the mist that was already there. With each exhale I added to that which surrounded us.

Saturday - you could see maybe 100 feet from the deck of our boat. We could have been going in circles - what normally would have been within sight of the shoreline. We couldn't know. We were enveloped in the grey, isolated form everything save the churning surface of the water. Luckily the dolphins came to visit us, in our pocket of grey. We would not have seen them otherwise.

Sunday - you could see forever. Blue upon blue for as far as the eye could see. (Facing East for a change) Sparkling diamonds at the crest of each wave as the sun shone down and bounced towards us.

So many moods there. So many faces the ocean has to show.